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Although you know you can't protect me
The plan is heaven only God himself can send me
Yes lord
You just need a reference
Lead with your heart on your sleeve

He's the better version that's for certain
Know I got my flaws baby you make me feel perfect
Love when your around take my love you deserve it
Spend

biting the fuck outta your brother
Friendship is Professor Plum ratting on Colonel Mustard
You are now witnessing the world's most craft version

Money that I worked for
Soul that I searched for
Both been saved' 
Boy I won't pay
Money yeah I'm all for
But my soul is worth more
So I'm gonna

there's a stranger in my house[02:17.57]I never know when they'll come around[02:22.07]Swear that I hear you when they speak[02:26.27]And see your body

I never thought that sleep could be such an exhausting way to run from who I've been
I'm being torn apart in this universe between you and your skin

All I see is a new version of me
Rollin Woods choppin trees
17 exposes to everything to make momma rang and say 
"MER I brought you in this I'll take

Working every hour God sends
Earning money dawn to dusk
Then to party, it's a must!
It's a must!

But your body's young no more
The Grim Reaper's keeping

Written By: Stanley Gentry

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They Thought It Was Over 

Aye  

Poppin These Verses That I'm Writing Its Another Version Teaching You Is One

on a hype wire
Never mind the worsening pity it conjures
I'm lost in a version of
Heaven, just not yours, i
Found god in the Oddworld slot
Where it's not

Try to pull so hard
The right words out of my mouth
My hands and heart bleed
For me there is no heaven
Damned and scarred by those closest to me

I'm

I'm a deer in your headlights
I'm not afraid
Just captured by the beauty
You run right through me, and I'll be remade

Climb in the apocalypse

confused to say the least
Please excuse me I'm not used to being seen by other human beings

Tell me what you see
I need a new tether to reality
Because

Lord, How exquisite you are
Infinite in wisdom. I'm tripping all my sins are resolved
I read your expositions and saw the image of God
And I'd be

Work Remix

French Montana

Trap Lord

2013

I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet

Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl

to slow down the quick come up?
Of a hitman, what wha what what

You can tell by the walk and
By how the chain swing
Got the kinda money most niggas ain't

Tip toe, through the window
By the window, that is where I'll be
Come tip toe, through the tulips, with me
Ain't no city that's quite like mine
Light

old version
I'm just earning
It ain't cash then I'm just swerving
I've been grinding
I've been working
Money flowing
Money current

of perfection
I'm just tryna stay alive
But it's hard when the world comes crashing in your section
Pain, ain't easy by itself
Been across the world
I ain't

finally time to ease
And the moonlight glistens your face
End the story on something that's deep
And tomorrow it ends on a beat
Maybe I'm not the one who

their lives
I promise you get it one time
Book it then run by
I'm sat on your shoulder
Devil's advocate
I speak as you get older
You got what it takes

with the flyest mami on 25th street 
Watch how honey in the Lex do it 
I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it 
You wanna stick me? Then put ya best

Oxygen

Aesop Rock

Float

1999

a luxury
I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant

[Verse One]
I know swamp rats who never

looking for me? I'm outta state, bitch
He ain't on shit (On, shit, ayy)
Remember your play shoes and play fit, bitch!

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