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him up like a belt
But what about yourself, Miss Independent, Depending
He bought you diamonds and pendants, bracelets, tennis promised trips to venice,

Lately I've been loving nights
Way too much
Staying up
Until the sun is bright
And happiness it used to come from summer right
Running something slight,

it helps sometimes
Mattafact, all the time
He's always there, when life hits you below the belt sometimes
I remember when I was in love one time
I

to exterminate it!

bad arrows
with funeral nature
there will be no sun...
destruo orbis terrarum!

During the eclipse 
they will go down to earth 
to consume...

They say the sky's falling so I tell a buddy
I see the sun smiling like in the Teletubbies
Three faces keep the last one to myself
Trust is wearing thin

safeguarded, no locket needed
I'm undefeated 'cause I'm only competing with myself
I ain't got a belt but can return every hand that's been dealt
Like Jackie

churning out cheese, we amish

got the belts, a Muhammad comet, meteorion (Meteor/Orion)





is it still considered Heaven's work if I get paid in Hell?

old you were
Not how many men you've been
With in the last week

Treat that bitch like a trophy ay
Do a flip like I'm Kofi ay
Big belt on me like I got

that's all day
Psychic with the paper I listen
To what my palm say
Gotta get real acquainted with my
Buck the sun spray for the pray and these
Vultures

classmates
Educated By a
Sharp belt
The razor
Continues
To shine
With the red
Light
Of the sun
The blood
Continues
To dry
On my arm
When I'm
Alone
My fists
are

had in store for my life
Is this place a cacotopia, a utopia, a paradise?
They tossed me on the conveyor belt of life
Signed the papers and waved

you do
I'm still in the booth just spitting my truths
I be up well fore the sun hit, if I could be honest the shine jus does not touch your glow
Way I

that's funny
Used to be in the sun now it ain't sunny
Put the ball down started picking up money
Versace my belt it ain't Tommy you dummy
Huh, why you

My clothes are shrinkin’ shrinkin’
Ain’t seen my belt buckle in a while 
My stomach used to be so flat
Now I hide it with my hat – and smile

About

Got so much potential and I watch it as it wilts
Hills out the window sill see the sun that
I'll never feel I'm so tired of being tired
Feeling bad

in myself
Witta cross on my neck
And a sword on my belt
I'm securing my wealth
Praying god don't ever banish me
I don't lack my faith in him
I lack it

dragons
Could probably touch the sun with

Our bare hands
What are your plans?"
To be the greatest

Head up to my father
cnd making waves in the pavement

no help I can do this shit myself
If I get to outta line you would go and get the belt
I use to go to school with welts
Still that don't compare to all

wealth
Buckle up your belt

When Jah ready fi get angry
There will be no partiality
Like the Moses who part the Red Sea

Jah sent I on a mission to warn

Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday
Sun-lit post room
Checking letters, boxes, and mail
Send me something
Heartfelt
Tell

demon king, I'm in the field
Lights flashin', givin' chills
Shine sun ray on any runway, bullet club
Gunplay catch a bloody Sunday on any Sunday
I wain't

Mocking bird
Clear your pipes to sing
Belt out a song to signal Spring
A veil of yellow rain covers up everything
And it all looks different through

getting darker nah I ain't see the sun
Before you put your judgement in come walk into my shoes
Let's see how long you wanna walk until you get the truth

Suns) CP3 (aka Chris Paul) for GP
(General Principle) , I come with bars yo
We all know you could get what you wish so
If the wishing well falls, go