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how to work with me hands
I learned from afar how to be a real Man
He said "You 18 years old and now ya on ya own
But how you throw me out thea

we’re meant to be  
  
 You’ve never had such an unchained night  
 Down by the river and the neon lights  
 I’ve been here many times  
 I’ve loved this

the old men know you
Walking by
They'd never say a word, look sorry, guilty
For something you lost somewhere
Social isolation
Maybe go to the states
Hook up

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

hands
Catch you getting off of work then I'll put you in a van
Tie you up in rope, have you screaming for your man
But bitch they can't hear you, down by

of my flaws
c dried-up root now soaking deep
In the river of your love
My old self has passed away
What was broken you've restored
Piece by piece you put

the lucky golden ticket
Finder number five
Found some money in the street
And just wouldn't u know
You got an old man dancing
He's your Grandpa Joe
You got

you up like the Russian
And give your ass a concussion, empty the clip, play percussion
She givin' thanks for the stuffin', so much better than her man

the evening everything was as clear as day, then I wouldn't have to believe a thing
An old man once told young Inky, he could neither speed up nor slow down

into Hand of Doom
Thus I will pour it into the river of fire
This is the end, my friend, in unity 
Crushed is the man again

Screw the man, do what I must, explode

Sick flows, uttered out of my mouth, sounds sprout
Feel the pressure, pressure thickens no doubt
Out the ground,

crime scene
So much so that she won't let me below
But when the red river flows, you'll see me taking dirt roads
A man with will to just go with the flow

with the stick  uhhhhh!

Hot as a sauna, she tryna kick back like E-Honda
Fond of smokin Mary Jane in the Mazda, she an old soul blowin' smoke out my

know that bitch don't love me, she just a lil' more patient
Fuck a house with a lake, I need a house with a vacation
Fuck a house with a river, need

said, "young man why do you wear those jeans?"
It was just like Paris Road, spilling whatever in river and street without any concern for the world. Set

Oh my God Nate
Nate you can't. No no. Come on man
I got enough shots to last me a whole triller
All that tough shit he rappin' I swear I don't really

you

You took rejection as a reason
Your motivation fuelled by spite
The river flowed throughout the heatwave
Until the autumn leaves did fall

Your loving smile will never get old
Greenest eyes of the prettiest stones
Faith and hands will better us both
Your love runs hot and the river runs

in Moesha
Got a lot, to break off, my hearts eager
If old love, is weight loss, then I'm a keeper
Uh
As we proceed
It's the return of crowded
With

Centuries ago in the heart of Africa creatures were not as they are today
There were dinosaurs and things and dodos with wings
And man walked on all

to roam
This far away from my home

And I met an old man who looked just like me
All wizened and ruined and drunk as can be
He opened his book and he wrote

The force of reckoning arrives
Born from our souls
Man has raised
The mark of our end
Fields of green turned to ash
As the ground opens our path

Past the creeks, the rivers and lakes
I turn up the heat, my eyelids are heavy 
I need a drink and a sleep
Off in the distance and yellow light flickers

my masterpiece

Woah, woah, inspired by the flow
Jump into this river, of endless fucking flow
Drown and drown (drown and drown), until I find my