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without a nail is not
As dead as you think
The skeleton's alive and it's
Asking for a dance
The roads between his teeth
And house-stretched tan
The memories

Connect 
 
Stories ripped from the memory 
Of such a sad and lonely kid
On the playground with no friends
Where his classmates 
Would tease and abuse

ever afters
Scrolling through our pictures of all the memories we've captured 
Y'all my congregation 
My supporters and disciples 
I was dead inside

How we go from brothers now you acting like we rivals
Dead on arrival if a nigga trying to diss
I was locked in that dog pound chilling with my pits
We

strategy not emotion
From the agony my devotion
Not once was a sponsor given
My confidence has no competition
Watching slave dogs in the industry dancing

pieces
Free me, my liege
I'm a dog on a leash
Trapped in a cage
And I bark for release
Master, oh master, grant me reprieve
Judged and confined by societal

don't work on me, I'm not one of the good guys
Them voices screeching when I knock off their heads
A lot of you niggas you wanna be dead
Some of you

from our lord

In, in, in
Yeah you must enter in
Soon it will dissolve you from within
The realm of human sin
Is in your own kin

Am i a dead born?

Embrace this nightmare and let it be! Turned into Liquid Memories!
Down dog! Or I'll put you and Grandpa to rest!
We'll get this fetish party poppin, when I

feeling
Lickin' through the splits that's a gap tooth feelin, uh
Then maybe later baby what you want for dinner
Breakin' bread with you - lookin' - dead

Music is the remedy bettering as I go
Gotta cruise like Penelope whenever I'm with my woes
Some people dead to me
I'm getting it til I blow
Team got

your holy ghost
I never deserved you but
Why you let me go
Left me in a tight spot kid no one to turn to
Getting numb off that fire memories that burned

a coward there's worse you could say
Knew you'd be gone by the end of the month
Thought you could flip me like cirque du Soleil
I’m a old dog you remember

the way I feed my dogs they stay eatin'
So many songs on my phone, I gotta get to leakin'
With what I'm driving in, why you thinking I'm tweakin'?

Never

Couldn't afford a plane ticket when I thought Tiffany was dead
But you bought a dog and a pool instead 
I hate that I never got my apology

Oh brother, I

around wondering who might come by
Time flies
Now they're dead hiding their own bones

Some days I might be going through it without an umbrella
Every

Once a saint always a sinner
Long drive out it's cold in winter
Roster full don't make no winner
Memories I can't remember
New nights bright but full

The Saint
End up crucified
R
I
P
He dead
I'm trying tell ya
Come with me
Come on
Come on
Come on
Let's ride
Let's take a trip down memory lane
Don't wreck

Nothing Feels Good Anymore

The Menzingers

Rented World

2014

I am a tiny fly, buzzing around in a field
Somewhere in the overgrowth of your memory
And at night you wander though, as the image of a
Former

Burn Baby Burn

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

on the slow-mo
They got you suckaz in a cell screaming oh no

And so I write with my pen
Hope you repent for your sin
Can't take your pills and bottle of gin
In

earth quakes
My lips crack, my skin dries up and flakes
Sleepless, 6 days of weakness
I pin eyelids open, with rusty paperclips 

[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]

the city of Lagos off and it's really screwing up anyway
I spit life boy even when Abobbi is dead honest
If you ain't listen you will get punished
Cause

Now I dream about big house by the side of Laurel Creek
We’re sittin’ there in rockin’ chairs with children at our feet
We’ve got a dog called Music

Rough House Blues

Buck 65

Secret House Against the World

2005

Childhood memories triggered by smell

"So now what?" you may ask
Well that's hard to say
Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play

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