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When I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord to dig down deep inside my head
Every time I close my eyes
And see the light I realise what lays ahead

disease please heal me

Waited for too long waited by the door
I can't forget the place I'm going all alone
I'm walking in the rain at night 
I'm thinking

godson to my wife
	What can I do? The emperor is against me
	Grant me only the power to change my perspective 
	
The crown you wear, it digs into your

as a linesman (Yeezys)
See him with me that’s my striker
Right by my side but he never was a side man
Had to bury that one in the woods
Told ak dig it up then

He said "Don't you doubt,
Baby, don't you doubt my abilities"
Rolling by like a thundering shout

I can hear you calling me
He gave one note, one

has captured my soul and my mind 
 Changing moods rule my world and i can't live without 
 Control them, obey them 
 What choice is there left for

clgernon's gone, he left a long time ago
But you still sit there by that bakelite phone
I'm singing clgernon's gone, clgernon's gone
It can't be easy being all

Stagnant just won't shake
Hanging by a few days
Can't let this go away
All the signs are up top
I don't dig deep
Thinking 'bout it won't fly
Better to be

I'm a grain of sand in the hourglass of live
Another lost soul waits
The desert wind sighs a lament
Entwined in it, can never find it's end
Hate

Cigarette butt
Belongs in the ashtray
Don't honk your horn
You can knock on the front door
Time flies by
It's all in your mind
I'd do anything
Just

I know just how you feel
You feel like my mom when she can't guess the phrase on the Wheel
You dig your hands into the back of your purse
And what

suffereth voilence
and only the violent can take it by force
oya put on your armour get ready for war
we must break the yoke today 
oya enter the bus

precious one and only
He digs old Johnny Cash, hey, that's alright by me

Straight ahead, Anaheim, high jinx, party time
Nothin' the law can do, ah, stick

family owned business
That's to the grave can you dig it?
We busting moves
We bussin' moves with precision
This shit ain't for beginners
Had to make

a click
when your sharper make it happen you could bubble off my nip
hyperations stack somethin losin nothing can you dig it
and bet your own hustle man

It always seems to amaze me
As if it were the 1st time I found that type of beauty
That you can find beauty
In places
You wouldn't
Places you

dig up out a di crates underground (wah?)
One call pon mi celly, everything bag up (bag up)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, AK's we spray

down in your heart 
You're yearning, burning for some 
Somebody to tell you 
That life ain't passing you by 
I'm trying to tell you 
It will if you don't

Love x 3

I won't tell you how I dig you
For being who you are
Then later try to change you
Into a better man by far

You won't say to me you want me

Have dealt with
Zero consequence!

Walking down the streets 
You think I’m marked by the beast

Cold blooded, a disaster, rid with putrid disease

I

Bite the Hand

Beanbag

Free Signal

2000

live when it's placed in its hands by the ocean
It can dream of becoming glass like the sand.
Flames dance on the wall in the house that is dead
Scared

cfter a yearlong gestation, 
The waters of the Golfo Dulce 
Finally welcome me. 
I discover their charm 
cs I stick close to my mother 
Who nurses me

Responsible for myself
My health, my wealth
Are improving by the hour
Does it make you sour
That I can do whatever I want without your sly digs and jibes
Yeah

I feel rage 
Because of what I see 
It's breaking down my illusions of humanity

We must align
Our polarizing minds
I am offended by a lack of human