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with our lives
Surrounded by negativity let's sever such ties
'Cause we know that's the only way our bond will survive
You got me and I got you we remain

Welcome to Carrol and Homan the home of the souls
At least most the ones that I'm knowing
It's more to these streets than the violence you hear

I'm Selling my soul
Fuck what you thought, I stick by My words, I never went and told
They just put him in a casket, so I Had to dig up a hole
I was

saying I'm nicest I just live life like it
Promise not to get caught by the fame for excitement
I just lift my head to the sky roll one up and light it

A fleeting feeling falling by
A final chance to say goodbye
How can I go on

Nostalgic for a somber day
Could there be any other way
Something must

like ice
Bitches and the street like white on rice
Say you love me
Say it right
Knock on wood
Got to say that twice
Catching them eyes on the scene
Don't

periods to get passed physics
It's that, nimrod except now I prefer to call him Steve Jobs
Ayo it's that depressed professor memorized by heart every single

memorized
Lobbed by a face yet unrecognized
And yet, there's something in the eyes
That I did not expect to see

When I come home
Will I still know?
Will I?

feel so unaware
Will I never get this nightmare out
So my memories come back to me again

Walk on the streets hand in hand with a thrill
Something that

My Lord, I swear I don’t wanna stop
Breathing ‘n calling you my love
But there’s something I cannot control
What is this fire?

I swear I don’t wanna

I found them in my mind but I created so now I'm dumbfounded by the fact that I reacted something so well-rounded
Niggas can not imitate or even say

me
On automatic
Sitting on Vine with her eyes down low
Nowhere to go

So we walk on by
Cause we don't wanna know
and we don't see nothing
That the city

we moved out of virginia when i was barely 9
metal bikes and suburb roads and several shuttered blinds
my mother she was turned around by men dressed

Walkin' down the street I see a happy face
Flashin' a smile my way and I feel brand new
No-one's a stranger as they pass me by
Everyone's a friend

halfway through crying. But she don't live here by herself. Sleeping in the bed she's made, reading books about self help, working late on Saturdays. Unless

There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to bewareI think it's time we

love
Half of the time halfway through crying (ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh)

She don't live here by herself
Sleeping in the bed she's made
Reading books about self

Stay tuned as we cover what little time we have left
Monsters raiding the streets
Gnawing, gnashing, and flashing their teeth
Ready to eat our lips

to reach new heights

Always

Remember that night when we first locked eyes
Nobody else mattered when you came by

There was barely a doubt whether I had

of saline
Fatal persistence of memory
I was born amid reversion data hunting and gathering
For the sake of something less flattering
I've made it in

street-fighter, ADV, trike or a scooter
We're on the 413 and we're bound for Super Sausage, the Full Monty is an absolute delight
Clutch in, one down, open up

It was a picture on the wall
Of a girl that I once saw
On a crowded afternoon when I was young

I did not know her name
But to me it's just the same

we'll let the track pause
I rap my ass off something that you can bank on
Y'all wanted proof I show you I'm that ambitious
I always been the truth like I

the streets
Seem to drink too much, lose my vision
I can't see no more
Malibu, Malibu

Malibu
Coming for you
So I said, bit by bit
Sipping, sipping
Never