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at midnight

Black body white body pre-existing
Fading out with a precondition
See through lens of ambrosia
Blocked by gray anhedonia

What you need is

tanner
I was mainly raised up by my grandma
Yeah I got tired  and I moved to Atlanta
Den  I came bacc I cuz love deez bammaz 
Remeber fuccin wit pop round

Aye
I was up all night hung tight on the Gram
Ex wanna fuck but I said I got plans
Playboy tryna salac all my bands
No ID but my birds still land

they cant turn back
Because the plug won't refund you up on that sack
Quarterback a quarter pound
Moved up from quarter ounce
Making moves out moms house

that she wants to do whatever I please
You know I don't need no doctor with no fine antidote
I need a shot of Jack Daniels and a Marlboro Smoke
Well I

time to get up it's time to get up
It's time to get up Dylan

My younger cousin shot himself
Inside his bedroom
My older cousin hung himself in a motel

yeah
So we chilled yeah, we just hung out
Talk life coolin' in the house
No rules, no hate, no doubt
You know that's what we really 'bout

Mike's Hard

That night he had a dream, of the ocean
He was lost, it was dark, he was drownin’
Swallowed by a monster, all the water rushed in!
Cause I Left Jonah In

I've hung myself by your every word
Every syllable, another barb in this rusty wire noose
So happy anniversary, my one true love
The warm sting

I invest in the light to get hurt by the clouds
Best in this life always turning around
Stabbed in the back then I burn to the ground
Ask for

Up on the ridge I see a
Man coming closer, I say
You know that I can see you
What do you want, he says
Listen to my story while
I sit by your fire

Borderline homicidal
Hung from the neck by the nape
What's on the TV
I might have forgotten about
My closet full of video tape

Sorry for being so

writtens, bill tenants, yeah I own this shit bitch
You ain't really with it and I noticed it
On some homeless shit got a bone to pick
But I'm never trippin'

See what I've done
Who I've become,
and my feet, hung
Have I been stung
By those powerful laws
(But) remember to hide the flaws

During the pause

this"
And hung up the towel
Just to get back on my shit
Back to making hits
Back to making hits
Back to making hits
So you know what I'm pushing bitch

won't be drinking water
Gonna be a real good time, might be a little hung over
He said

Play up, show up, come Monday don't be late
While you're working

the stockings are hung
Everyday is Christmas when I'm with you
No, don't need no snow
Don't even need the mistletoe
Don't need Christmas
On, on Christmas night
I

slipping away
By ourselves, at summer camp.

So go on, so go on...
Was she gentle or coarse?
So go on, so go on...
Was he hung like a horse?

Barely trying,

running from places
and I want to find my faces
again, again
drugs and sadness
hung er and depression
i know by heart
all you told me
but i forgot
that you

like
When you and I were real life
Ya tender kiss upon my lips might
Linger in my mind forever
And now I let these moments just blow by
As I fade away

to eat, stack the cheese, hung with thugs who were packing heat
Bags of weed, tabs of E, narcotics that you had to breath
I did what I did to survive
I'm

will do what we gotta do
Just trynna get by with a plan shi nyormo dromo
Buildings come tumbling down on the news they report planes crashing
What a day

But I'm never revealing
I'm down on my knees, bitch I loved you to death
You fucking hurt me, I hung by a thread
You didn't care so I got up and left

My brains are hung by the strings of insanity 
Dripping in the boiling brews of serenity 

Skin is burned, fingers chopped, and legs are broken