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the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your

Missing Children

Cunninlynguists

Will Rap for Food

[Intro]
On my way to find myself again I have come a long long from home to see (x3)
Ha Braille, a little louder

[Braille]
My last breath

been on, not a damn thing gone stick on
In it while you getting withdrawn
Too turnt to be switched on
Nay-sayers
Fakes, haters
Die slow
We live on
Y'all

amazin', so amazed
So it's songs what I give
I done praised so long that
My arms start to give
But You're changing my heart so
I learn how to live

our story
Is supposed to end
So, baby, come home, I miss you so
Let me love you all night long
Baby, just stay, and don't walk away
I can't live without

When you jump, you gone hit them sides in the rocks
You gone tear your back out on them cliffs
You gone- you gone cut yourself, you gone get wounded

tights (things tight)
We ain't live the same life (same life)
Somethin' bout you ain't right (ain't right)
Like not at all (not at all)
Come in ridin'

Its been too fucking long since I been in this seat man
Im back though
This the beginning
The beginning of the end
Let me tell y'all how I been

switched sides like a Gemini every day is do or die so I

So I live it like 

It may be my l a s t  

c k I n g like I'm t i p ain't ever asked me to see ID

Y'all don't want none like napalm pop pop pop for the one like Raekwon
I just hope the doc don't wait long is he gon live na na that's Trey Songs
I gotta

TO Live With Me
Got A Reputation Of A Savage
Model Bitches Not The Average
Used To Roll Around Doing Damage
Don't Know How I Did But I Manage
She Was A Good

got better cars switching my lingo
I can cut up with no metaphor
I live with bitches in the hills
Sleeping with the stars
I ain't have no key
I broke in

cum, I can tell by her thighs

Oh Lord, you should see her when I'm in it

You should hear some of the sounds, it's the best six minutes

Just a quickie,

I’m sorry we done came up
Sorry nah you niggas ain’t real enough
Sorry you hate the lames that I came with
Sorry you hate the broads that I roll with

judged by the jury I fervently hatch plots
Cast rocks like they never had a bad thought
Smashed all the glass jaws
Of these curious georges who search me

cool
Oh, yo, I really liked "End To End Burner"
That little diss me thing on the internet was pretty funny
Yeah it's live sucker
Uh, yeah, and I was

not our fucking job
We just make shit up, we just make shit up
We just make shit up, we just make shit up
Roll into this track like it's the half pipe

the verse,
That drives death in a hearse,
This might be the worse sickness not seen by a nurse
Being a fiend for the herb!
That fantastic flower
Always be

sitting here finally by my own 
Try to live in the moment before its dead and gone 
You get the keys and share a story told 
Asking, "can we share this

bread cause I cut out the middle man
My life grandeur
Baby on the way I got a closet full of pampers
Came a long way from hiding dirty pistols in

cold at night
But it's all good
Past tense I gotta roll the dice
I Got bad chick
She got a passion and the fact is
That I've chosen right
And it's hard

Man  dey grind  allday 
Sun up to sun down …
We live by the grace 
we never go back down ….

 I flip from ma pace 
and I fall in the Grace 
My

amounting plenty
Spend it like it's never ending, never saved
I learned how to misbehave
Long before I learned my lesson
Slow forgetting, quick repeating,

what a good human is
Better yet, I'm a live it, listen
Permission don't need it, speaking
What I want, when, to who
And I mean it

Wow
Hand crank roll