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(Guide Track Sung by Christine Hull)
					Will

They ask for my opinion.
When I say what's on my mind,
they scoff and hurl derision
as if I'm the one

bout how I gotta make it all real
Do they wanna know how I really feel
I been thinking
I been dreaming
I been praying to my God
Chilling on the platform

Burning up don't know just how far that I can go 
Soon be home only just a few miles down the road
And I can make it, I know I can
You broke the boy in me,

life
That it's no longer a thing of the past
I'm out of breath
Every time I see you
That already accounts for one
I'm out of breath
Every time I'm by

a saint until I ain't
Drop it heavy, reason he could not rate it by weight

Let's start, this is a display of art, wordplay is sharp
Tinglin' like the taste

stillness is the best form of movement
Took some steps back these goddamn setbacks
Living with profound pain in my heart
Hope to one day convert it
Struggled

feel
Like all you can do right now is try to navigate his emotions around it
Yeah its, alot of change going on right now
I just don't know what to put

family
I hope that I can make them proud
For letting go of all of my vices
And all the things that kept me down

Some days I feel like quittin' but
I don't

love
I just wanna spend my life with you, but with nobody else
Hope you done it right, baby. Is you really down for me, love

I wanna do the same thing,

comfortable on a mission with your men
I done been there
If you asked me back then, by now I would've made it out
Somewhere exotic and tropical in a big ass

program was brought to you by Neuralink's "Peppy Stepper Package"
At least I got my baby
Uh... for uh
READ IT
For only 49.99 a month, you can finally walk

Illustrate a mirage, make a collage 
Of positivity with the abilities
Of the Orishas, I mean, the 
African gods
Amen, amen, yea this feeling is Sacred
It's

Must be cursed, when I walk by they clutch they purse
On my turf, seen my locos in a hearse
No more love, buried that beside my hurt
I might think

to the ground
She said, Please play a song, I won't make a sound
And as I played she couldn't help it and she sang and clapped and closed her eyes
The world

my thoughts 
That kiss you just gave me 
Makes it tough for me to talk
As I pull you closer
A lump wells up in my throat 
I try my best to speak
But

surrounded on all sides by the folks that make my world turn
Pass 'em on the freeways hope that I might say thank you for healing the earth
She was just

stand in the way of fate
We can try all we want
But we all have a last day
So, R.I.P. You were the best
And I hope you make it safe
My love for you will

Surprise
Cause I don't know shit
Hope I figure something out before I turn 26
Cause man I swear to god life flying by quick
And really that procrastination

for what, get to bustin' until it jam
Flip his whip, hit the crib and watch CNN

I ain't fuckin' with school, but I learned somethin
Every nigga a ham

the rotten onion, the other Amy turn'n up
Epiphany say A my stand'n up, it's time to go, it's time to start
I lived in distortion
I lived in disharmony
I lived

inside
When she's not by my side

"Am I falling in love again?"
"Am I falling in love again?"
I hope this question ain't repeating
"Do you love me too?"

forces
It's time we turn their bodies
Into motherfucking corpses

That's that metamorphosis
That's that metamorphosis
All this built up rage
I hope my face

I just don't sleep
I just don't lie as well
I just don't buy it still
See
I just been tired as hell
I just been tryna find a seem
How can you lie

Ida used to just get up and get it
Ida used to clean all the dishes in the kitchen
Fed the whole family with spirit
Food, and love I know that we