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I used to love many things, the way life used to be
Football on a Friday night, the sound of victory
My parents' love, my friends by my side

homies leave you gassed but you got plenty rust
Every song sounding the same Midas couldn't relate
Cause I got much to gain, tryna reach vic-tory so I'm

he’ll wash up on the shore
Memories will scatter
Like the wind along the beach before a storm


Oh love is a song
It only lasts a little while
Then a new

Hallelujah, Jesus
Praise you, Jesus
Thank you, God, for all of our blessings, Lord
It may be a little rough now, but we await your return, Lord Jesus

We wrestle not against flesh and blood,
No man my enemy,
My King showed me the real deal no Holyfield, 
My victory is sealed in Christ,
Born again,

Cruising to victory when I'm in NY I get me a touchdown okay
She wanna talk to me nice & she wanna talk to me right now oh yea
Freak bitch freak hoe shaking

Homer wrote about, the journey that we all take
It could be work, love, hate, something
Someone accomplishes, little or big victories
Maybe it's just

every step still breakin' eggs
Waits by the ledge stiff craning neck
Won't break a sweat when feigning depth
Takes 5 friends to the aphid nest
Save thy

Stock
Uh, bEEfstocK, new identity, my enemies wanna keep me in the little leagues
Up to bat but I give em the boot like Sicily, politely disagree

and it still marvels me
Yes Yes God gave me lungs
Gave us tongues
And that little voice box to even make sounds
And forever my thanks will know no bounds

A proverb that inspires
Like the old man's message you don't lose Just fight your weak
Until one day you will know
That your victory is in front

loud
Smallest people brings fire to the crowd
From the alleys, to the blazing sun
Struggle's whisper, to a victory won
Little giants, with their heads

Yea
This for the troops that died fighting for our lives
And troops that are still alive
Tryna save our lives
R.I.P to the lost souls
A little moment

granted
The key to go on
In peace let us pass
Let this day be your last
In this everlasting hell!

"The first test they may have passed
But little

is achieved
The name he gets means Hero
And that's what he will be

This L means love and e stands for emotion
Then v and i they stand for victory
Your

getting richer, the poor losing their place.

(Verse 2)
The world's a stage, an endless run,
Those with much want more, those with little undone.
A raw

Can't you see?
I'm the one you know
In our childhood we've played in the snow
Now we're here standing face to face
And giving us this little race
I

stacks grew bigger (bigger, bigger)
He had lost his sights through narrowed eyes
Too tempted by his wry desires

Damned across fated path
The time

Hit the Beach

Swingers

Practical Jokers

1981

of war
Hoping to blast their way through the door
To liberty - Allied Victory
La-la-lala la-da-genie, la-la-lala la-da-genie
Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach!

wearing blue
He advanced his forces too quickly and was trapped by the Sioux
Here was Custer's Last Stand, near Little Big Horn
Surrounded in Montana, where

the devil on your shoulder
Lure it in and crush it with a boulder
Like David did but I switched up the story a little bit
Ok drastically...
The pebble wasn't

I have a lot to say
ct the same time knowing 
Words are inefficient 
Faith is the real great conductor 
cs I play artfully 
In our little 
Sand box

gon' bag it
If I don't get sleep imma be a savage
It's a mental game switching up habits

Walk into the booth it's lining up step by step
Clearing out

me
Everything I’ve accomplished and promised
The victories spent in misery and discontent
Drowning with no saving hand lent
But onward I went, focused