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to pick up the pieces that you couldn't face
You talk a lot for somebody who hides
Now it feels like the day have gone by

misery...
I'm alone, don't care if you pick up your,
Telephone 'cause I'm happy sitting here
In the park, listening to the beautiful strange
Meadow lark

darkness
Battling, hustling with a strong man
Fist to fist, punch to punch, got all my weapons
Oh hallelujah king, come and fight for me
Cause with you I

Heart stole by the scene, nothing is as it seems
And I write and I write and I dream

So package them up, make the rules as you go
Sell out like stadiums

as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stair
She breaks down and cries to her

ease my struggle
Send in money make I bubble
I cannot sleep on myself
I no fit dull on myself
And when I fall my face
Pick up myself face my case
How do

scrollin' by and ya hit me like bam
Emory jeckel, you arouse all the misters
Remember the name, the amazing jeckel sisters

A juggalette is shinin',

his blood up on the paint
Sister ran into my knife and popped the cherry on the blade
Saw your brother and your mother at the store the other day
Cause

Don't listen to your friends or family
Just trust in me
I'll be there to pick up the pieces
Left by your jealousy

Don't let me go, you'll miss your

mouth.

Right now you're the only one who knows
We're makin' plans to pick up and go
In an old Thunderbird — I gave her my word I'd buy here one'a those.

a move, we making movies now
Script is written by yours truly
Once was a man in a Cadillac with a black tool they tried to pull me down
Learned a valuable

(?)In my own brain, give me the same thing, same shit that you been doing for my own faith.
Please
Lil can in a pan well will he do the running Man

call
And i don't pick up the phone

your back, and they'll be there to keep you warm
so pick up the phone, you're not alone
Leave your demon in the past and tell them that you're coming

Yeah
I get my hands dirty
Never been a bitch
Stand on business
Even if it's with God
Yeah
I wake up every morning
Look me in the mirror and tell me

to find the perfect place
On my own time
Grinding for the proper pay
No more paid holidays
Since I left the bank
Got what you need, what you need
Pick

K-Rock
Talk shit, get hit in your jaw
And you know we the best of the most

Fuck with us, you better pick your casket like, bitch
Lil' bitch, I do not play

I guess the hardest part is letting go
We give up now i guess it's something i should let you know
Was it all just a game or was it just for show
You

had to remind myself bitch you that nigga still
She gone come back when I'm on that's just how I feel
But by then ion want her I'm prolly up some mills

depression gham hai
Intoxicated got ye in my blood man
Jitne bhi nashe kar lu, phir bhi lage kamm hai
Bas khuda jaane kaisa yeh sitam hai
Kaise batao
Kaise

in the face, pick yourself up son you drowning
Papa I'm sorry
But all these shit is new to me
A young growing boy goes through more than what we all

My car goes Chicago
Every weekend to pick up some cargo
I think I know the bloody way by now, Frankie
And turn the goddamn radio down, thank you

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down

by me.
and all of my real guys ginger me
shout out to my guy wey eat ground 
so as i don speed up ,i change gear. 
as i dey follow no man exchange