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devour, come fuck me in the shower
I'm the muthafucka with the
Money and the power
Get paid by the hour, ya mans looking sour
Uh, my main thang was to be

and then forget about you
Want to sit by and niggas buying
Them drinks and little weed supplying
Y'all lose y'all mind so you can't remind em
Them chino

O-H-10 in this motherfucker what they
Thought it was man? Used to?
Fuck that we still get it in
Ohio baby! Machine gun Kells! MGK what up!
Midwest

I’m in here recordin’ and some
Of you wonderin’ why?
Well, I can’t explain it
Almost like my soul’s emaciated
A hunger that can’t be satiated by design

Logic taught me
"So, uh it's been twenty-four
Hours got my money?" "Oh uh, you know what
Just give me 'til next Friday
I'll have it for you" "Oh oh,

know my haters
And they thinking me, I'm thinking green
Got here clean young and I'm living dreams
At the top the ladder
Checks coming by the hour
(Every

with a brush
You can paint anything you want
If you're creative enough, uh
Today she painted happy
Took like an hour fifty
She wanna be a model

When in reality they're just thinking
"I'd love to plow her
In a couple hours, I'll text her
I'm gon' allow her
To come to our house on the couch

circles, yeah I always stay the same, ok
But that's on me, yeah that's on me

Damn
I've been doing lots of thinking lately
Man
Life gets hard I'm

I can't hang around the fragile baby
I'm a heartbreaker
Each time I get a call from her I'm like
What your mans do
Knew a shorty who was tryna run

ever reckon, the truths not random
Heard seldom, never seen
Blinded by greed, more more embrace poverty
Witness hypocrisy, were new age commodities
Work

with a fist of smoke, what do niggas know, no way you thought light skinned niggas
Would be in, ten thousand deluxe plus hours what we spent, when I say

quick
K I'm five out thats a lie though
Let me find out you was high though
But an hour you said I'm close 
Just wait don't hold your breath
Got, no

like a hollow
Maybe die tomorrow
Sipping all the bottle
If you wanna high with me, girl better look like model
Maybe gonna cry by me, so baby that not

fuck a grudge
Cause if they showing hate, I'm gonna still give them my love
It costs to be the boss, so they billing me by the hour
Just a nameless

keeping the faith
24 hours 365 to the end of our days
Crossing out one by one
Then we make an escape
We ready to rush
I don't think you really want it with

like many miles so near but still untouchable and calm
I feel my time is here and now
I'm wiser by the hour this skinny boy has grown a thin man now
I'm

shit sandwich
I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak
And you think that makes you unique?
Get outta here, man!
We're both losers, baby
We're losers, it's

रु रु रु रु रु रु रु
रु रु रु रु रु रु रु

रुक जा ओ दिल दीवाने
पुछू तो मैं ज़रा
Never have I ever seen a face
That vanishes hours from a clock
(?) my

two-and-a-half-hour drive away
Huh finer things, I've been waitin' for finer things
I might just wait til my final days
I cannot do it I'm tired today
I gotta wake up

Beauty
Lyrics, Music, Instruments, Vocals by Alan J. Lipman
Copyright 2011
Alan J. Lipman/X-Patriate Music
All Rights Reserved

Why did
You give me

an hour
I haven't said a thing since I hopped out the shower
Being on my phone is my biggest howler
Lights off, writing songs when there's no damn power
Man

we have bowed to serpents
Insurgents and towers burning
In turn its our hour learning
Shower curtains
Lurking in shadows found my former self
In

Yeah man I can't believe you leaving for the summer
Just give me a moment of your time before you dip

Nun, you told me that, you going to your aunt