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Capone
We filled cracks of broken homes with broken dreams and broken bones
If walls could scream, ears would bleed
You gotta keep 'em clean
Could say

lighting the night and a dream of divinity
At what point does share your toys become not at my door

Coming up with my own conclusions
Supplemented with

lived a better life, I could have been alright
Could have got away so clean, but it doesn't matter what I need
Cos the two of us are blood, and where you

think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green
Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(No kings, no kings)

Come with me
Run quick see, what do

As I live my beautiful life
I feel the eyes are talking while I'm passing passing by
Makin' up stories from what they think they think they think
I

Chest Pain

Rehab

Graffiti the World

2005

been
Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away
Clean up the beer cans, It's a beautiful day
Time you reported to your life

Yes I should have

season that's what, I never got done
I hope you went out and you found someone you love
I hope he cleans all of the, dishes and sweeps under the rugs
Tells

Clear the scene
Mr. Clean
We all living 
In a Dream
Nightmares coming,
Running schemes
Problems seeping
Through the seams

Clear the scene
Mr. Clean

the room
And I knew what I had to do

Jotted down whatever had come to mind
Didn't think you'd be so inclined
To go through my shit like that

Swallowed up

though my tennis shoes Ray Guns
Raise up your glass puff and pass for they hating ass
W's on my mind peep what I'm getting at
Attire proper Bryce Harper

Forgive or forget or for whatever it's worth
Forever, for nothing, for fuck's sake it's dead
Foresee what's forsaken, ever and a day by day
From here

Perc' then fell
Right back to sleep
These ain't regular CDG, bitch
These Homme Plus by the way

Why your baby girl came tooted up
At the place I stay?

dear?
When my world was cloaked in fear
Could you not see could you not tell?
Your protection just a fragile shell

Now I'm haunted by what could've been

she pulled in the drive 
The sound of her wheels woke me up 
And there she was, standin' inside 

By the stretch 
Of a pine barren road 
Where

Missed you since we last spoke
Love me 'fore the ashes roll down
Clean the ashtray before you smoke now, please
Listen to me, I cannot be
What I want

Jizz in My Pants

The Lonely Island

Incredibad

2009

Cash or Credit?
And I
Jizzed in my pants

Its perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
But were going to need a clean up on aisle 3
And now I'm

a king while you a jacks
Green red or blue I'm attachin' a beam
My girl lookin' clean
My girl lookin' clean she here for my rollie
Pourin' out drank I feel

(What's happenin' Chi Chi?)

(Yeah, yeah) yeah
Got this shit up out the mud
Still grindin' like I'm tryna get my weight up (get my weight up

the janitor
Well I, clean up after you
I clean up after you
I feel like a zookeeper down at the zoo
They do what they want
They just do what they want
Carbon

Show Me Love

Slim Thug

I Represent This, Pt. 2

2009

off
Clean than a bitch with the price tag tow off
Everything new, straight up out the mall
From my pants, to my shirt, to my shoes, to my draws
I

the ones to come
To never ever clean this disaster (no)
Enslaved by our misery we
Take comfort, we refuse to see
To hell with all the misery
Defy any

mind
Much more clear now
I'm right here now
Said I had to go back there
No matter what happens
I had to clean up what would kill me
You feel me, yeah, I

last week I had a dream 
Where you and me were out on a boat by the sea I saw the sun
Rise up over the horizon
And I see you're lying
Bout all the shit

I was one of those kids who didn't grow too clean
I had a vicious vivacious dependence to cocaine
Grew up on my own within the shadow of the rap game