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life ain't defined by their foolish lies
I got Christ inside so I'ma do this right (Christ inside)
I'm like yuh, fire in my heart I can't keep it subtle

ten joints
Then get lost in fallopians
Find out how to cope again
Lowly men found in the thicket
Getting chased by a piglet
Windows tinted
Just cause he

Home

Guru

Live Coverage

2004

the crew, and lose the sight in you eyes
We multiply to bring the real on the track
Cross the line and there ain't no goin' back (fuckin' fag)
In fact,

advise you, to don't show off
You can die in the streets, or the seat of your Porsche
I seen drama back off, when you handle the boss
Burn a cross

Roll yo' whole crew up in the blunt
Now we fucking smoking

Uhm, yummy

Shotclock down
I'mma shoot my shot in slow mo'
Red card, talking on my gang is no

a part of the God's plan
I'm runnin' through the light when it's red like I'm Roxanne
Somewhere on vacation with my lady in a hot sand
Y'all just

And stays true to your seed 
But falls loyal to your condescending victory

Satisfaction in a state of mind 
Presenting ideas that cross the line
Blinded

RIDE,RIDE,RIDE,RIDE
RIDE

Got em all DOA
Look up like god what have I done
(Huh)
I'ma need least a K 
To get be out the bed by 1
(Huh)

Ima need least a day 
To sign

Christmas, you and me?

I ́ve been waiting for forever
Christmas just around the corner
And I wanna spend it all with you
So I go put on my sweater
Meet you in

give it away, give it away, give it away now
I'm red hot in the chilly weather
Think not? Shoulda knew better
These cowards talkin' that bull
Then they

just judging by all these tears
Release me from my chains I'm Hopeless and stuck in bondage
He put the Apple on the tree even Knowing I'll go regardless

Give me some room
Give me some space, I'm full of grace
But if you ever do me wrong
I won't hesitate to put my face in your face
You can jump out

aye gettin money like the boys in the bands

but it’s me by myself in a room with a mic go figure

pull up ableton & make a jam, send it back

Shards are dipped in blood, write my lines on asphalt
Blood-red letters that scream so loud that it echoes from early in the morning until late at night

and say yeea he a PLAYA,
You can tell by the way he dress, no salad ( yahhh! 
Last week, I was back in Mississippi.
Srt8 chillin wit my cousin and my uncle

knows that I'll never fail
You can't cross the Red Line, like that one whale (Laboon)
Can't understand the sand, then get a pail
I got fresh loaves, while

read the room and make the text larger
No Ls in my death note between the lines is Braille Mantras
Even the blind can see my pen seals and Chinks Armor

shit is tragic
Im pumpin this track up
With some of this crack I produce
In the back of the booth like magic
Up in my room with this chick
Nothing to do

say, for I’ll show you not what I do
In the business of empires, there’s never room to be really you
Inherent vice, the terrible iron price
For keeping

To the laundry room to hide
An item in the dryer, friend?

This block is state-provided
And you'd be wise to be grateful
Side with every regulation and you'll
Find

to fucking skate

Hop inside the BM just to clear my mind
Just me by myself in the dark skies
Getting to the streets, could feel it low sometimes
I'm just

lying, they is not killers
See myself throwing sand at the rocks
Just hope you not with the opposite when I get 'em
I need you right now, in a room by

Sole Has Issues

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

all day
In this dream I trusted everyone
and I was in the spotline for the lifeline of real life
People are vampires and Sole only exists in

resonates and fine tune if your in the mood
Ruined when people decide to intrude
Wrong time or am I in a bad place
Keep on pacing in the room or
With the few