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how there's 4 billion of you and only a handful of guys willing to pay your cell phone bill or Cashapp you $40 every time you ask for Taco Bell

Who

Winter Millennium

Borknagar

The Archaic Course

in time
From the hill where the sun for the first time came through
I followed every wind to every spot it blew
I rove the eternity of time

by

At first, I couldn't breathe
Now I'm suffocatin' (Suffocatin')
Maybe the pressure from the fame
Isn't worth what I'm chasin' (I don't know)
I used

to myself
They fuck with me that ain't gone help,
I had that thang on me, riding looking for em, but damnit that n'gga got saved by the bell 
I uprooted my

fire flow
Got cats sweatin' just to mention me
Bout on bout

Chapter 6... 19...
"For his spit was so solid, the script was rewritten for every lyric, his

to find a beating machine of insidious design 
Wrapping the mighty five fingers 
Digging inside as I rip it out of existence and time
Lift it into the midst

euphoric
I’m down to try new sex positions if you for it
Understand time and clock and when to move for it
See a goal and I shoot for it
How ‘bout we shoot

for, I just don't know
Don't know

How many times to make youy understand
Or was it for the triumph of applauding hands
How many words I had to spell

when a moth fly by
You get tossed straight out the picture
I'm raw- no mixture
It really is simple, just stick to the scripture
When the time comes

survives

Not a Hollywood script outta this blind alley
Time tickin' waiting for forces to sally
Ya get so far with the riff-raff rally
Better strap in for

Time is just an illusion why is it so confusing
I tried to stick to the script as a student to find solutions
But I grew outside of the box set by

I bet ya when I make a millions dollars
They gon back and said that chilled with ya
Acting like you know me I might right a script for ya
Throw backs

brother Dunn
Gotta keep me a gun every time that I come
Still on probation almost beat the case but the judge and the lawyer both wanted me hung
Niggas

graveyard

Nocturnal: 

2020 the worse is this my closing verse/
Never did it for the money never chased the purse/
This life is real no scripts something you

on me / mad wanna lay jab one me / sent 100 text saying how she got it bad for me / even got an A-N0N tat for me / and the fatal attraction growing by

with me keep the strap and I like it
Not for pegging, it's a weapon
Hitting licks for them scripts like it's wrestling
Get the TEC then, brought the TEC

congratulations like Malone
Went through it, go to it, through the music
Pulled up, she already naked, let's do it
I'm too real for a script
I'm too real for

for scripts

Don't know my name she let me fuck that quick
Y'all take it serious I be out here having fun with this shit
This bitch delirious why we

Xanax for my desert
I'm a be drug addicted geezer
Heart been hurt more than Carl Wheezer
But I get over it all by inhaling these pounds of reefer

I dont

just play your role stick to the script 
Tell em don't drown yea watch for my drip 
Watch for my drip yea watch for you slip
I'm leaving a trail now

off, it's done now
If it's on there for more than a day, X it out, it's old now
I just made a song, by the time it's saved it's sold, now
If I go

I don't wanna cry for help
I don't wanna die this way
I'm looking inside myself
Never gonna change what's wrong
I'm sick of being lonely
I'm sick

this goodness
Dont be looking crazy like oh my goodness
Better hope for the time you got a good nest
Where I can rest my eggs
Roll a blunt kick back

This paper gone make me paper
If wavey give it the pen touch
This stage of wavey life take it day by day
And make it influx
This bag running out