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falling victim to the lie
Keep a sharp eye there's a steady supply of hate in the air
To them cats who stare the ice grill with the glare
But everything is

It's hard to wake up when it's a cold day
There's someone waiting to take my place
Steal my air supply in the elevator and subways
No privacy but alone

Got hit on the gram
Rip to all them ones
That killing and know it
Rip to all them ones
Got killed by their friends
Rip to all them ones
That fallen from

Kończąc ten kawałek album zaczynam
Ruszyła szansy machina
Blant by się przydał
Normalnie nie czekam aż skończę nagrywać
W sumie nie ma znaczenia bo jestem

Nearest Thing to Hip

The Waterboys

Modern Blues

2015

By the twisted grace of the law of supply and demand
Well, there's no use crying and no use sighing over
Stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
But

The black helicopters are coming for me
It's only a matter of time
I'm hunted and haunted by eyes that can see
The blood and the fire and the weight

an instrument that's never played
Like a lion tamer without a chair
Like a city trader without stock or share
Like a diver's tank that's out of air
Like a maze

Blood of the Grape
written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell

It was cotton candy the first time I tried a bite 
Forbidden fruit on the track

that I can't help but sigh
Cause you took my breath away, I don't know how I get by
Without fresh air I need a new supply
So meet me underneath the palm

to imply to
You think you the plug till my niggas go and supply you
Make sure it's correct don't make em have to pull up by you
With that heat and let it BAM

how we should be together
"When should we go out?", I replied 'whenever'
Told her my goals, told her all of my dreams
Told her about my album and all

it's a coup
Just pull it up, you know I come through
New album, mark the date
Piece you up and serve you on a plate
Just copped the supply crate
Balling,

eyes
No surprise that I got you always by my side
You my ride or die, no shortage of supply
From the earth to the sky
And beyond
Time stand still

Major Tom

You know I tried to go back home to the world where I am from
It wasn't my fault we lost the connection
The air supply is running low

Back 2 the Way It Was

Xzibit

Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean]

2004

+High+
Hustle big like Butch in the why-be	-I
We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
Hypnotized, not by

My empathy is running dry
I'm getting claustrophobic burning through my air supply
These miles got me running on empty 
With you behind the wheel
I

There is a nation
Yahweh's covenant people
Bound by all types of evil
But the blood is still stained on the veil
Oh how we must remember our power

On a small german highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of schnitzel
Rising up through the air
And up ahead in the distance
I saw a neat restaurant

The day evades our inspection and slouches along
Unstirred by plans and ambitions of ours
We take up space in its supply of hours

The day's not troubled by

come through for me 

Looking up at the birds of the air
And the trees of the field
They’re always clothed 
they’re always covered by the creator

Something in the air tonight
I know I can make this right
Imma set my body free
Body free
Free free free

Sick of playing by th rules
Imma do what I

the living
An endless supply for my greedy needs
Deep down I know what I'm doing is right

Devoured by the hole that I've delved in
Nor lust or love will bring

desire to craft from the living
An endless supply for my greedy needs
Deep down I know what I'm doing is right

Devoured by the hole
That I've delved in

Fire the semi, with no ice, no Bentley

I'm just low fitty, throwin' limes in the Remy

There's so many fraud, how could you call that real?

I supply