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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I

Turn me up in the headphones man
Uhh (One take)

Ligths, camera, action
I ain't never been lackin, I stay bout dat action
Tryna press up? finna be

the type of person you are hey
We gotta stay strong and keep our heads up high
And put our faith in the lord and he'll guide us by
So the next time they you

pain, or will things stay the same?
Lost all my faith in god, so now my only god is change

Tunisia bout that action
Say Israelis the distraction

with your foot out
Wack rappers ain't hard to find
Weak lines make it hard to rhyme
Same results you get all the time
It's all a con it's no shocker
I'm

Stop motion Madonnas
Soul reaper of nonsense
Cut you bout a thousand frames
Senbonzakura trauma
It go by Senkay
A hollow end to your drama

And I
Been dreaming
Bout the last time
You were next to me
Darling
We'll keep running
I will be there
By your side
It seems we never really change
It

spread
Let me in to ease your trouble
I walked the wire 'bout a hundred times
I've crossed the lines
I'm looking for the light while you are
Standing in

She looked at me, smiled and she said
I think it's bout time we get on outta here
Can't find a friend here in this town
And you know these winters

cool with the thought
Having you as a slot
I don't want nobody else
I don't need any help
I got me by myself
And it's been that way
I'm the key

talking bout
"Were you dreaming two days later"
Didn't wanna lie so I said "Yea"
She was wearing a red shirt
Then she shouted "GET OUT"
Im like "bitch why

Never have I ever made connection like this
Never gave myself away so fast thinkin bout callin quits
Is it a game or is it truth
Dont leave me like

discuss these wack rhymers backsliders
Mindless spineless by their own jury
They blinded by chain after chain cause
They used to being slaves
Kuntas, kuntas

Before his time
You wouldn't find a rhyme
Or reason
That boy keep singin'
He prayed all day
And he cried all night
Papa, I'm gonna get it right
In

out the night
This man that I'm 'bout to bring up on stage
Is a very special act indeed
Y'all are in for a real treat tonight
So please, give it up
For

never be afraid
Of this friendly vibe
I know you been enslaved
By these crazy times
People out here acting vague
Walking through the night
I know they

Sitting downtown letting time pass me by
All I know is brother she sure do fly
Thinking bout old memories and if I got somewhere to be
He said
Buckle

started feelin bout her
Why do I feel dead inside
Without you by my side
So I'll feel dead inside
If you're not by my side

yeah yeah/
Shorty she feeling my drip ima tell her do the split she blind by the risk fuck these bitches they ain’t shit ima keep it by the blick don’t

close got me shocked
She got me forgetting bout the times I flopped
She see me acting weird she assured me shed never stop

Full of familiar feelings

gang what I claim, them rubberbands come with drums
We be poppin' shit, try them rubberbands, then you done
Rubberband money gang till I'm in the grave

times
But I never seem to get it right
Walking home all by myself
I start to come out of my shell
Running wild loud and free
That's the real me
So young

sin
Love the Lord, my wife, two children
Empowered by the Spirit, no doubt faith in
Submit to God, resist the devil, he'll flee then
Take backseat

I spit bars, no fax
Turn around thinkin bout all the times that I think back, like should I say that
Sharin the world with you, would you gimme