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Hey, I don't know if you remember the days
When we'd play pretend and hide in the rain
Do you remember that hole to China
Didn't get more than two

of it
But of the bullshit my way
But I stop it pop it call it out and drop it
By the end of the day
Used to call me crazy was a prisoner comrade
Now I'm

Louisiana
We like to wake up real early
And party all night and day with no worries
Drinks by the load sipping till we see blurry
And the girls get naked when

bape 
And think that it's great

Our mind sets are separated 
By a Bering strait 
I'd rather be the nigga out 
Here
Buying the street 
Alphonse for

music blaring from the stereo
I got you by my side, it don't even matter where we go
We got our struggles, but like Elsa said just let it go
Or stay

Gabi's by my side
All the way from the other side
If I scream from the CN tower
Will you hear me quite alright

Kiss kiss go-go dancing bliss
Tsk tsk let

It's just a normal day
At the office today
You're on my mind 
As you walk on by approaching my way
What should I say?
What do I say?

Then I hear you

on the deep
Finna get cheese rip wannabes
Package complete (Ey)
Killin' these niggas my day thing
Coz me and my family stay ill
Got broads in Tembisa

probably Rudolf
Because he's coolest of them all and yeah
(Rudolf is not a horseses)
We out here opening up our presents
While I'm embodied by the presence

I really wish these brothers shot racists
I really wish these brothers shot rapists
I'm waiting for the day they shoot pedos
Cock back, reload, bust

Catch a movie too
Just some of the things we get up to
Pick your favourite song
Turn it up loud
Come and dance along
Our nights are fun
And how the days

I remember growing up
In the hearts of the streets
We laughing at the sun
We don't care bout the heat
All my brothers mothers ours
And they make sure

How great You are
How great You are
(How could I look at all this beauty)
(The sun, the moon the stars)
(Airplanes flying by every day)
(And not give

not stupid, you hate me.

Just feeling down and out.
Cynical thinking while I pace the apartment.
Am I the problem?

Our ties on the brink.
Held by

the basement where we would have 
Anywhere from 5 people to 90 people
On occasion when we had touring acts from other states come through
She would open up our

our names gonna remember this day
Y'all will remember the boy Jake and the impact I made yeah
Any L's I've taken I transformed them into lessons yeah
No

When I left home it was because I was afraid of growing older 
In a place where innocence smoldered and was ended by the rain 
I refused to see

sick-intellect

Disfigured from the sounds, I guess the devil makes his rounds

Your soul gets swept away, blinded by the light of day its ignorance sense is

So I wanna sing my song.  It's to God now.
But I gotta say by like David and make and some declarations.  (Sure!)
Now you see the day and age that

bouta get it
All we got is three days with no cash where we bouta go
All of our fam bam live in california 
And we gotta switch schools like mood ring uh

knows,
yeah,
oh
Wake up in the morning and I pray to Jah Thank Him for another day, yeah, another chance
Positively minded, facing the world, better keep

daughters
Got some wonderful friends
Only fuck with the positive
Never riding the bench
Getting caught by the the feds
Trny run up that fence
Y’all supposed

to slow down and now it's passed me by

I don't unwind 
Can't seem to find someone to be the last in line
This trip is long won't someone help me drive

much sweeter than by day.

Mary Jarred: Silence bestows that virtue on it.

Eva Turner: How many things by season seasoned are.
To their right praise