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a million years
I would still never find the words
And the greatest of all the things I fear
Is that my true feelings will never be
Heard by you
You'll never

My papa was my hero, I was always by his side
And when I acted out of pocket
He would always let it slide
I can't say all the time
I took a couple

sure 
What I should do  
What if I get things wrong?    
I'm afraid of being so ... so free 

These opposing energies leave me confused
Moving me in

like propane
They didn't believe me
I wished on a genie
That one day they see me
All over the TV
On top like a beanie
Surrounded by bread
Like a patty

I don't wanna talk about the world's problem today
Cus stupid asses criticize and push off the blame
But if you don't accept the problem

I'm stuck between
RIP, VIP, MVP. GOAT, TBE, 1John:3; see you might be
The next best thing but not quite me cuz kids like me
Would always pick Logic over

enough yet

Let me make a couple things clear
Product of an alcoholic lost in his career
A couple opiate dependents mother lost it all in tears
I swallow

nigga
I'm just hoping that my name
Main told my nigga
Understanding and appreciating the things
You give in
Get some people that never had it
Won't ever

poppa the piper?
would you have made me quit smoking by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose
and the way you

break
And lie down for a bit?
NO! Papyrus never rests!

I fooled you
Human! Papyrus does not do things with
His eyes closed and snoring!

Bro, that's

a killer since the day I was old boy
I got new things and old toys
But come around me man oh boy
Hallelujah
Praise God for these mighty blessings
I

mad
And me heart nah go badda 
(?) 

She's so nice, unno cyaan say no
We spend a likkle time and I would never let her go
Hey look inna her heart

the alert sign flashes on your monitor
a nuclear strike launched by the enemys
the civil alarmsystems
are screaming
underground shelters are the last

your booty stuffed (Stupid)
Up in a prison cell
I know that thought ain't sittin' well
So before you go pop that thing just make sure you can cover bail

this sort of thing can well be no more than a prelude, a staging point on the way to an immortal hereafter. But what about the others, the ones who see

been had the plan
But then my ego intervened
I swear that done crippled me in a million different things
Figured out the problem it was me
It's me it's

El Caustic
Source of anything that's toxic
My glossed rims
Show
Your reflection, then you lost it
As I sped off
Apex God
Ain't the one for red sauce

they be sendin' is multi-million
I'm glad I was raised by bosses, these niggas lost in the sauce keep talkin' 'bout killing
All of the killers I know,

the vision)

Yeah
Huh look
I've been thinking
Like why they out here
Always living basic
Chasing the wrong things
They playing the wrong game
Like damn what

told the hoe to be more patient
Cuz if I received a million dollars for every hoe that I cared about I would be broke
And the only thing that’s better

I'll leave it to my delegates
You they try hate me you know they try and break me
Fuck it keep it off safety we can handle things delicate
I'm trying

hits
But I'd rather feel alive with you by my side
Where do we go first
I can't decide

So we'll take a ride
Call me Cyde, Bonnie
No worries
I got your

grew up with
Starting to despise me
I know they still know better
Than for boys to try surprise me
Cause now there's things
That people expect from me

it like a card deck
So I had to deal with it cuz I want to give her hard dick
And bubblegum that's 25 cent or thirty
Maybe I'm rushing things a little