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Cold, cold November, how do I get her
Get her back where I need her
Get her back where I
Girl, you're the center of my sorrow and joy I'm not no toy

riding in the back like a spare
I stay down like a center at the line of scrimmage
'Til my God comes through with His one of a kind divine finish
Christ

All we need here is 
Somewhere warm 
Somewhere loved 
Somewhere home 
All this violence is
Bleeding on 
Nothing more 
Dead and gone 

Now it's over

to adorn your nest in the trees
This is what I wish for you
Imagine the molten center

Under it all
Under it all
The rise and fall

Under it all
Under it all

The future
For our species
Our destiny
Lies within
Re creation
Self promotion
Feel your bones and
Feel your skin
Pull and rip in
Get within
To the center

to hide what's underneath
Eyes front and center, let the show begin
Start the tape, let it roll to the end
Captivate the yearning audience
Fame and greed,

with a pole, I'm sending shots, I ain't a bar
Left him Messi scored a goal and now he's dead up in the stars
I'm ripping up your clothes, remember me

soldiers
How many dead becuase of the chip on top your shoulders
Stumbling bumbling cum on her face
Shawty a glazed donut
She wanna Bone us
Shawty want

The past has passed, now it's home I sit
But an archaeologist got a bone to pick
The center ain't centered when a road is split
I don't give advice

all I see 
Is Freddy, feelin' heat
Like I'm sick, not really 
Taste defeat it's deadly 
Please get up, I finally plead

clways wanted to be the center

I need a moment for the dead and missin
When Ms Davis speak I listen
Free Palestine still the mission
Ice detention centers practicin eugenics
I

out of
Used to but still got love
That's why I abuse you
Who are not thugs
They say hip-hop is dead
I'm here to resurrect me"
Trancing
(Trancing)
Dance

is center
Now my eyes lookin to profit
Gotta stick
I'm sick of this
Tryna take my pride as a man
I'm willing to go get it
But they tryna say I can't

The body, lays hanging
Limp, and dead
The air, around
Begins, to turn red
Cells dissolve
Transition will start
Onto the void
To be reborn
Middle

called male
cin't resurrecting what's dead so Mary Don't You Weep
Because a moment of pain can bring eternal relief
In my nightmares attempting to dream

back like a center
Twenty-four carat piece to hide that I'm a born sinner
Seen some dudes turn to bitches just like Caitlyn Jenner
Eating food off my

on gang - I'm never giving up
Got him in my ride, we sped off into the Compton sun
Made it to the trauma center just in time, I prayed for luck

All they,

ever doubt the pen

Front and center, you niggas in the middle like Malcolm nem
Had a short stint, but I promise I'ma sprout again
Made some promises

Like when I'm singing to you
And strum away intrusive thoughts
We could all be dead in an earthquake
But we could also not

Interrupting
the romance

the rise
HLE giving ties
Fakes always come and beg
Fuck your talk I do no Ted
Countin' bands and countin' dead
Drop racks when she on that poll
Dark vibes,

consistently, conveniently 
Portray us as dead or tragic 
To write us as living or magic

For instance  

Our resistance doesn’t need to exist 
In their canon

no peace offering
He just want ya dead all that that back and forth shit he aint for it
Word got around put a nigga down the streets talkin
Opps dont

born a player
Never been a hater baby I was born mack
If I see some hate up in you I can't give you dap
Never been a center baby but I'm catching sacks

Crash then we on his ass fire like he on the staff
Now he dead no beat like a lying dad
I'm fire too tryna steal the game no I owe you
Can't calm down now