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Bunched in a stream of refugees
Headed for Stockholm
Caught up in
A post-World War Three
Exodus syndrome

Wretches stretch
For mile on mile
In single file

alive
And He's raising the dead

Lazarus
He's raising the dead

Jesus couldn't stay in the grave
3 days dead so all men could be saved
Not by works just

Game time at 3, we eat by 4
You shoot for stars, I shoot at foes
That boy don't miss, That boy got aim
The way that I shoot, I’m hall of fame
I got

Is it Kuz yo bitch all on my 
Dick 
These double G's on my belt 
Louis V's Fendi P radas
All been felt 
By my feet 
And I purched 
I didn't go just

I-I-I kinda been running across the country, they're gonna... um
They'll triangulate on this position really, really soon...
My mind is open, my mind is

hoes
I need educated
I never lost hope
Always keep it alive
I lead by example
I put my feet in the fire

Back at it, Back at it, Back at it
Back at it,

So tight
I damn
Near thought you'd break
Won't say bad things
About your mother
I'll tell you the truth
She never even informed me
That she was

Houston we have a problem 

Pulling away from the strings

Can you hear me

Unraveling in my dreams

Forever in the unknown

Countdown commences in three

splintered hands,

And in this casino of morbidity,

I strolled in off the Ho Chi Minh express and bought a seat for me,

I was postered at the bar

Golden light shines on the street
And the sky is smiling bluer than blue
Some magic is playing on my feet

Keeping my head on by not
Picking up your

through the door
Lure by Lord
Wishing for
Their were four
Different form of entities with swords
To end this in one - two - three
Anymore of that paper pay

gave birth
Nazis killing Jews, and Russians killing Russians
These are all part of the Smeenus repercussions
Smeenus is a faggot standing only 3 feet

that pocket watchin’
You might’ve seen me in a chroma-key green Lamborghini
A red M3, a murked out Jeep Cherokee
Probably headed to the beach ‘cause we

controlled by ventriloquist
Hand in the ass, And you ask me how I've been?

I don't spend too much time on it
(Too much time on it)
Spend all my time on it

contagious
Pegs on my feet running through the paces
Day by day I gotta stay chasing
My dreams that's amazing
I breathe 3 times deep
Clear my mind be strong

on my necklace 
Got me all up in her box you get the message 
House full of hoes Mary-Kate and Ashley 
These bitches out here walin for respect 
These

you live has been a hoax
The ice you said you drip has been a joke
The rhymes you said you spit are really dope
But the lines you said are written by

Mama we're in

Chilling at the beach with my feet up 
Had a real abuelita cook and feed us 
Should've seen her roll the dough out for tortillas 
Salsa

three point gains 
A preliminary 

Swear my soul 

Too old to be kidding 

Before I hit a lick
Im ten fold in this bitch 

Running all game 
Feet swole in

Sit in pain. Digging himself a grave
A man named Dan came to me as my saviour
Label "make a slave buck" wants to pay for my labour
Said "Bill, it's all

(Better, better)
Now everything's fake
Fading away
Forgetting each other (Other, other)
Drinking by the fire, almost fell in
Sitting feet up with a bottle

Mother worked 12-hour days
Father worked 3 jobs
sisters were being teenagers
And I was a little one
Walking myself home
Unlocking my own doors
Cooking eggs

the bread
Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell
And I got some in the Feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit
Them bugs by my bed
They

feet

I’m sick and tired of these rules I’ve followed, this time
you’ll listen to me

Your complicity, is all I ever see
While we drown in misery

Are we