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the fallacy
Of what he's trying to prove
He says a good heart means nothing
To the world he lives in
Where they know all they need to know
Just by the melanin

around me all night
I swear she wants the dagger, feeling murderous tonight
You want to be good
You want to be used and filthy
(Let's take things inside

A star in a black sky
A flicker in the dark
Will it keep fluttering by?
Or stay and make a mark
A little light in a dark world
A glimmer of hope

of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder,

Baby, baby, ain't you sweet
With your candy ass and your flip flop feet
You look good enough to eat
Ain't it a shame you ain't my kinda meet [SIC]

Is this thing on
Ok
Wait what's this song called again
Nah we'll think of one later
It's all good no worries
Saw you at the corner
On a Wednesday

hold me in your arms
No need to play me girl
Cause I'm captured by you charms
Mmmmm-You're beautiful, and Ooooohhh-So wonderful
It's good to be the one

When we jumped into the sky
Good together, merged until we'd die
Freedom, fears, all that I felt
Melted in hot rains
To end in regrets
Akua tuta

free
Cause now I know you'll never be as good a man as me
I once told you I had not but absolute respect
Too bad we can't take back all the words that we

I can give it all to you
If you really need
Be the one you fall into
When you're on your knees
Tell you that you're good enough
When you're begging

a delightful shower
A dark sinful cleanse had me all distracted
But this is what I get

You lie lie lie i believed what I heard
I can’t discern if I ain’t in

clown boots
And you know that the shoe fits nigga
Don't worry bout who's big nigga
Get your red nose, smell that good shit nigga
At the end its bout who's

Four years have passed us by,
I sit here wondering why
Could things have been different?
So often misunderstood,
Now you're gone for good
But the war

Demobilized by imperfection
My liquid glass reflection
My limitless direction
Travels the speed of sound
With near-perfect inflections
And good

the problems out by the top floor
Because the sweetest thoughts I made of love
Are coming all undone, oh no
Could you please just text me when you're home?
(Ah

he wouldn't need it for this fight
He was just better than Superman
And he just didn't give a good goddamn
Superman soon realized this
And dropped both

sad
I fucked up everything good that I ever had
By being stupid, immature and lacking commitment
Always thinking that there's something better out there

was good
But then, the moment I hit 20, is like
Everything changed
All of a sudden, I started having flashbacks about like
Random shit that happened

F U
N N Y
C O M
P A N Y
F U
N N Y
C O M
P A N Y

Seeking Bust in Minneapolis
Collecting bounties
G L M A B A B
gist ***** ******
All Bossists Are

new things
I'm a kid so ya'll prolly
Gon hate
Good music that's juss
What I make
Gimme cash and l'l jump
On your stage
Shut it down
We gon turn up today

to stay
I find myself running away
So, by summer I'm alone again
Mama say, hot stove
It's gone burn
So don't get too close
Cliff, baby, stay off edge

out-rap me, you a loose screw
Your bitch got all my songs in the queue too
See a hater walk by, he don't say nun, what it do?
Man, what it do?
You can't

of the trees seems like a good place to start
But now those roots that hold up the earth ain't playin' their part
So Jimmy's palace collapses down, followed by

his fiddle and pan has his flute
They play a sweet, evil, tune till all good is mute
My ears are a tomb, forever engraved
Now tell me, can you be saved?