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born for glory

All charged up by the vision 
Got a couple of M's on my mind
Carry it out with precision 
They wishing they had my type of intuition

Yeah my dick game make my bitches scream thunder
Aint tryna get sick so I put on a rubber
When I walk out that bitch I be road runner
Cum on they face

Slaughters, what's good 111, I don't know
Yeah, yeah

I'm in the ends bitch, I did it again
Yo xav on top and like all men (Oh)
This bigger than me,

And I got big dreams
In my rocket
And I ain't bout the long talking
But I can spin you round
I'll spin you round
I'll spin you round
I can't pin you down,

You hear me coming down
From the high
Flying low
Everything that i see now is through the phone
Feeling right without knowing
In the now like its

Moving with the seasons geeking moving with the planets
All that shit you talking really got me feeling drowsy
Feeling like I'm basquiat I'm painting on my

Johnny's on the back porch swingin'
Got his mind made up with a bottle of jack
He's gonna make things even
Got a real good reason that's a matter

act it, but I'll put you in a ditch,

Motherfucker you ain't nothing but a number, leave you dead up by the sun up, and you know Im gonna come up, see

I'm still making that big money
Still getting all that cheddar cheese
Do it all so elegantly
Bring down the man in the high castle
Super conducting our

People Who Think They Can

The Waifs

Shelter Me

1998

Time has a bad habit of flying 
I was sleeping when it passed me by

I was dreaming of what 
I would wear when I got there
It's not easy being green

the water, make my life a bit more wavy
And I'm hoping that you'll maybe
Let me take you by the hand
Lead you to the water
Get caught up in all the sand
Now

on the car
You fresh white tee's
Yea you know who you are
Thanks for the good times
You are all far to kind
I got bank for this
You all thought i'd never get

should. well baby. you gotta understand he aint no good. i got what it takes to make you feel alright. just come with me and imma show you what i mean

destroyed by the bad vibrations
I'm outdated, deflated
When things got too complicated
Aggravated, medicated
I became all the things I hated

I want you

Midgets With Guns

Pain

Midgets With Guns

1996

a five, you've got a ten,
That's fifteen dollars, we could see how long it takes to spend.
You like games that drive us both insane
And I roll the dice but

I've been hurt by so much
My feelings lost their touch
A bird with clipped wings
Can't do any good but sing
So Here I am alone
With no one to hear my

I'm tryna see how good it taste
I love a bitch that share
I got enough for both of y'all
One lil pussy hair
One lil pussy bald
If I was both them I

Your sad, sick heart destroys the art of all the world behold

Got to hand it to ya, you play the villain well
When there ain't no Hell for sinners

bout it won't get things done
Keep your eyes wide open and done get stunned
By the virulent folks that have it out for you
I've always been told that

were too troubled to see that I was good enough, babe 
Scarred by your past
You let it get between us 
Girl what the fuck 
Damn 
I don't fuck with how

Came in this motherfucker banger dancin'
Fifty thou' on me, that was nothin' fancy
Bad lil' bitch just called me handsome
She don't know I rob niggas

Hey, Mr. President, you got da brass ring
So used to getting what you desire
Feelin' high and mighty.. ain't it good to be king?
No way that you

've spent talking
Bout English Avenue

And that Fast Stop
Where you bout got caught
Drinking by the cops

Oh we were runners
I guess that Chandlerville blood

Oh no
Oh no
Well it's been a long, strange winter
I still ain't seen no one else
I've been across the country
I'm by myself

I've prayed at shrines