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be blind enough to look past my blemished face
And with any kind of luck
I can run to second by the time they drop the bass 
My eyes are bleeding

It's definitely 2:30 in the morning
Normally I have a beer, but the store is closed
So this is uhhh
This is one of the those rum and coke flows
Yeah

tryna look like you got it all
Go ahead and act like you can't lose everything by tomorrow, see how that works for you
Twenty years breathing in the hot

Go and get the strap
City on the map
Sippin' on the drank
With the dank, get the bank

Rolling in my whip
See me with the drip
Stacking up the chips

Uncontrollably shaking 
I wake from a nightmare to curtains of snow whispering down in the stillness, silence
The land lifeless and colorless

Back to you

So the years have just gone by
Like confetti in the breeze
But I've been looking for your lips
In the taste of thousand kisses
And when this

And of course she knew I had a girl, I wouldn't be in the store
So we hooked up that morning like around 4
And at that time I knew what she was down for
Yep
Soon

veins pumping 
Same blood that we bleed 
In between that pain stuck 
Please center / treasure sunk in our chest 
In between that 
Man-made / caveman 
Grey

of the dark night
No one else was in sight
And did you feel the sand between your toes
Did we know the chain of events
We had set in motion
In the morning we

In a nice warm bed with a smile on my face yeah my pockets may be empty but life's full of change
So I'll be singing this until I'm old and I'm grey I

dudes would'a jumped outta
The bushes and touched dicks ha

I woke up in the morning and
The sky was a little gray
There was eight hundred people
Outside

mourning brothers
Cause suicides robbing spirits
And little by little slowly
Get sunken in liminal spaces
Think of targets without the ball
Or an outlet

of the predication

The fire alarm, it's hanging glory
The field, of the morning
I am the one
I will die in this hit

One yeah, thrown me
Motherfucking trophey
I can't

Fantasize according to the source that got our minds exploited
What a life in mourning, fallen sleep but ain't no sight of morning
Living in the darkest

Ol Snake

Fletcher Jowers

Church at the Wagon

you won't turn down


Now I'll ride the meanest bronc here on this place

Stay with him 'till he bucks no more

If next Sunday morning I'll find you in

I'm rising every morning
Waking up before that dawn
Hit that bong go get greatness
Oh I chase it like LeBron
Sail away Ponce de Learn
Race don't come

outside
Noticing a gray bubble that keep riding by
Rolling up his morning jay, glancing up and down the street
Ain't bring his hammer out because mornings

go huntin' whenever I can
And bet I get food to feed all my fam
Just mind your own business and stay off my land

I love coffee in the morning

I remember 
Sunday mornings in church as a little girl 
listening to praise songs about wanting to be more like Jesus. I remember thinking how much

love was the motto
Now I'm caught up alone with a bottle
Finding my way out
Can't even say how
I'll just fade away
It's five o clock in the morning

grey goose
Got my pen loose
Not about the skill all the time
It's who you know to
My last x was in the kitchen
Whipping up that soul food
And I still get

Snow falls on an empty sidewalk
Through the cement grows a rose
Now the petals fly in the soft breeze of summer
Summertime
Surrounded by a wave

kinda rare
Type of nigga you can never compare
They say they're all in
See you in the morning
I pray to the lord
While you little niggas snoring
Panama

Everybody's got a place for me but where do I fit in
If every morning is a brand new canvas
What colors will I use today to fill it in
And I've got