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the world
The games we played and the promises made I would have kept if I could
Time goes by, old men die, and nothing keeps you alive like the touch

I think I said that in a old song (Fact)
I read a bitch just like directory
(Directory) 
I pulled up on her it was prolonged
Got fifty hundred

to my back
Feel like the devil gonna win tonight
But I'm up alright, no sleep from the night
Miss the same old types, my soul finally got a price
Brand

likes, your views But please hold the applause
Intoxicated by those hooks, the looks, and the flaws
It's drugging me
It's like every time I try to be

you had the chance to. You would save me from it all,  if you thought that you could. Just by saying goodbye. Don't be like me, friend. If the world was

some water
Old Fragile Nigga with a glass nose
Tickets and a Mexican back
He gon' be mad when he
Sees that his grass grows
In his home, By the gnome, in

bye to their passion cause they had to get by
Past her prime old lady sweeping floors no retirement 
Can tell her face tired late night the place quiet

on
Class of elites, controlling what artists put in they songs 
Thru elaborate mechanics it's a labyrinth you manage 
If u push ideas that slanted algorithm

while the
Rest of y'all are just kneeling
Like some bumps now I'm
Feeling like this song
And I'm dealing the dark death to
All of those that would come

on its way
In the last golden rays of twilight. 

We watched the fireworks from our water tower perch
Shot our shotguns by the river. 
We'd talk all night

get like two dozen new cousins,
man I laugh I get it, they fake fake love it,
when from bench to starting, now I'm out here getting buckets,
she say she

Glenn jones.
cin't nobody like you
I been searching for so long
Like that one Glenn Jones song.

(Verse 2)
I been searching like binoculars.
Getting used

and you're mesmerized by your people
All that brown skin, all that brown skin
High like heroine
Feel that Cali wind


Pune, had the biggest show I ever

wrong make me not fuck with u
Same old song something like Sadie do
Tryna play a ni$%a like a PlayStation 2 
You think u playing who
Ni$%a I stay strapped

while the
Rest of y'all are just kneeling
Like some bumps now I'm
Feeling like this song
And I'm dealing the dark death to
All of those that would come

from the ocean
Two hundred feet from a bar
A product of the old kind of passion
You only find in the back of a two-tone car
Where I heard Rhiannon

and the right smiles you can do a lot of wrong
I’ll pretend that I don’t know nothing changes from a song
 
I guess we’re all disconnected, some are red and some

before
No guns but still caught in the wars, PTSD

I know it's a lot to swallow in a song
But whole volumes come along
And roll by with no result
And folks

on move on from the recent events
And write Songs old nonsense like back then
patience tattooed into your skin
Rib cage is offering me in
You are and we are

right, this the flow from J. Cole's 1985
But if we speak about the time, I'm way ahead of mine
I sound like a old head, kicking a horse that's been dead

What's the difference from a Saturday night
Where the light spreads dark around the drunk hearts
In their headless hallways where bodies are put

got machetes with old
Blood on the tip
Paz sittin' with artillery to
Blow you to bit's
Shit, King Syze with the getaway
All black UConn, shoes

Never Back Down

Random Axe

Random Axe

2011

in the seat armrest
Defeat your leader, we the best
See the rest is just clones, hip-hop drones
Singing the same old song
Fuck with this, you can't

MY REASON

Demis Roussos

The Best of 30 Years

1998

by on the walk,
and couldn't find the words to talk,
so I will turn my feelings en musique.
Musique
I give you des chansons d'amour,
from ancient