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of positivity
No negativity just creativity
My inner-mind's eye helps me to see
All this crazy shit going on around me
My life is not funny, not a fucking
competition tailormade with razorblades.
Icecold, lampin' Flavor flav's: delicious.
Fulfillin' all your wishes if you wish for me to spit till you swim with
too much pain for a loving wife
Starry eyes have turned to gray, make those clouds all move away
I don't wanna see no more hands falling on me, well
I
the earth
Hands that held me moments after my birth
And so we must all finally surrender
As we release our grip upon whatever we hold dear
And call
Eighth long arms to hold your love real tight
I'll hug you and sqeeze you, make you feel alright
Since you and me were meant to be
My eight will
the Tallahatchie Bridge
Mama said to me, child, what's happened to your appetite?
I've been cooking all morning and you haven't touched a single bite
That nice
rolled, pigs street patrol
Speak in codes around the ladies
My dress code inspired by the 80s
My flesh tone is flyer than a baby's
Swiss accounts, switch
and do it do it again and then
Perfection personified I was powerless in her presence
Acting all possessive I tried to buy her possessions just
before
The bar is in hell
All i ask is that you treat me slightly well
Consistency makes me hear wedding bells
And even when we fight you never seem
of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me
All I seek, the heaven above,
And the road below me
testify)
That you just love the run around...
Baby, why build a bridge
If you're just going to burn it down?
Bind me not to the velvet of your gown.
Chain
thought that getting me here would be the best way to get rid of me, but you were wrong Kamsa.
This was how you were to receive your own death.
This was how
options yea
No options
No other options yea
No options
By the time I was 8, I done went to my third school
Me and moms and pops, we was on the move
Jumping
thought that getting me here would be the best way to get rid of me, but you were wrong Kamsa.
This was how you were to receive your own death.
This was how
on everything
Yeah Smooky, Smooky
Ride around town wit yo girl, it's a movie
A movie, a movie
Put the camera on me
Oh my God I got all this jewelry on me
Swag
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon pass me by
I'm just savouring familiar sights
We share some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that
Yeah
I?m sitting here and all that's on my mind,
Are these thoughts of you of you,
I?m wishing that the time would just fly by Whoa oh,
Cause even
I met her on a sunny Sunday afternoon
She hit me with a smile warmer than the days of June
By then I knew she had to be in some way a part of me
Tecumseh on the Battlefield
Written by Mike Oberst
Where will you rest Tecumseh and where will be your home
The pioneer and army clear the land you
the room
Make her eat meat leg on the chop, bitch
I run around with three feet
Telegram chat gotta talk in code
This lil' bitch phone off
How the fuck she
You break my heart when I always see you comin' around
You be up and it always seem to gettin' me down
I'm a flunk, I'm a dead white lighter
You
that when I die
It was not a trial by fire
That an end is an end
Not snakes coiling around a pyre
That I won't be afraid of the nothing interchanging
plan to be the one who sticks around
Ooh, your love can lift me up above the clouds
I get so high when I'm with you
I may never come down
When forever
here?
I plan to be the one who sticks around.
Ooh your love could lift me up above the clouds.
I get so high when I'm with you,
I may never come down.
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