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goes to show, it never ends
I don't get caught up in it, cause life goes on
And I'll forget by the end of the song
But I feel no pain, so it's all okay

she got a man
I told er I'm a fan
But you ain't gotta be a star to be in my show
I just had to be the first to let you know
My plane just land
Tryna

is feared and the land's devoured
No beauty in death like a desert flower
The people will never ever come together
Until they share the shelter under

Red red velvet in it
And ain't none of y'all is seeing me
I'm seeing cash and I'm seeing green
Lace up them shoes let's take it back
Blast from the past

a trance
She blowing whispers in my ear, I should call her Lance
I'm throwing paper in the air, get it when it lands
Before it runs out grab me by my bad

of my own

We have learned from our past
Will our New World last?
It's ruled by an Iconoclast

We had good lives before,
Before floods, drought and war

perspirates, the other's sand
One chemistry, one tension
One absent on protection
She sees the light, he favors dim
She fills the cup up past the rim
It's

in the family
That don't trust me
You know
Future past n present
I'll do it with no accomplice
YM
YL
I'm sounding
So New Orleans
Buzz you soon enough

bands, hands clap
My lands stacked fat, with no resale plans
I stepped out of my house
Quick fast with the passion
The name's Shawn, stop callin 'him

Environment is contagious
We're under control
Debt oppressed
We're so dead we're fucking dead
An abhorrence that's conditioned
Eroding away by design
We can't

patient
All this pain that I'm facin' got me stuck inside the matrix
Red pill or blue pill, either way I can't escape it
Sometimes I get upset that I still

they won't listen
He asked me, "Why?"
I told him listen to Ready to Die by Biggie
These streets is real life so speak up
And make sure you hear me
Cause

to the head 
I've been standing on the ledge 
Glock in hand da dot was red 
Watch him land split his head 

Stuff my bands in my bed 
Ya i ran up checks instead

say something
Maybe a text but
I got myself a ray gun to serve and protect

No sleep past 3 it's not even a weekend
But butterfingers dropped you in

the world and all
Yeah, I see you there, cloaked in red
Ain't just me haunted by a friend
I need you to move, move fast
Don't move back
No, don't you do that

open boat

The wind was howling loudly
As water lapped our feet
We bailed so frantically
To keep ourselves afloat

Then land came out of nowhere
Where no

They wish me god speed god speed
Ima need it for what's beyond me
Land where the living and gone meet
Either one in arms reach
Seduced by um Eve
I

Lord Is Coming

H.E.R.

I Used to Know Her, Pt. 2

2018

the den
Surrounded by these hungry lions
Lookin' in the jaws of death
We reach for saving hands
No help will come from men
The Lord is coming

Well,

High Noon

Rascalz

Global Warning

1999

[Red 1]
Yo yo
We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper
Call Mr. Martin and the preacher
To the saloon,

your hearts to these burning lands
It's no longer a paradise
Let's mourn the past, let's breath a new life
Together, we can build a new world,

bike

And it can't be stopped by a cop
Or pulled over on the shoulder
And if I did see the beast
I'd pop quick up a one way street
The wrong way
Past

end

In the land of the lost
With no laws and no god
With the guns at our heads
Yeah we'll all end up dead
As the skies turn red
Here is it

the sunburn, Masey
Deep sky wide sand
Only creature in the land

Here comes the sunburn, Masey
Spare time, no plans
Idle mind and busy hands
Busy, busy

If

bitches by the two
Red bottom on feet they Christian Loubs
In my hand a Russian Cream we don't smoke no doobs
Money in my pocket call it loose cheddar