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the pages that she got trapped between
I used it for kindling and then spilled the gasoline
Now I'm your water boy
I fetch it from your cheeks just like

through monsoons
A lotus reaching, from the mud to the, moon
Out of tune, out of reach, I seek things you can't see
A nameless king, wielding lightning in

For the climbed too highers
Tearing e strings like ligamenters. 
For the dissidenters
Didn't fall too far
From their dominioners.

For the caught in

can't enter veins about to erupt, tourniquet applied but I'm ripping off

This what you wanted? Desperate man to succeed? Tearing at his heart, every page

Upon these burning photo frames
Nothing left but your fucking name
Bare witness to your legacy of pain
Burn the fucking pages
Sever out the tongues

love?

The last real pub in the south is surrounded by wankers
And they're coming in close with their cards out
So let's link arms
Be prepared to go

on one side and her on the other
They had to fall out of love with eachother

The words heard over and over and over again
She heard them over and over

When are we gonna break
Running from the demons we cant face
Burning through your friends as if you have no fears
Tearing down the world we both wanted

These bitches like snake I see
They want money, fall for greed
My bag big not far from tree
But they keep cutting I can't reach
That point swear it's

temple fall to the ground
We sip as the walls, walls come down
Cracked the foundations
Fucked by our greed
Crushed as it falls, falls
Can't breathe

Weeks pregnant now ain't told Sonny
He's stressed out cause there's feds about
Three months, she tells him he's overjoyed -
Hopes it's a boy
But you've

cross, got nailed - the other fell off his horse

A white boy's on stage singing black boys Blues
He's the bridge on the page making black music cool
Songs

to the full extent
I fall back to another
Cuz we're not seeing each other
I'm addicted to the pain
It's making me insane
I'm blinded by your word
But I'm

the ones who had to build
What we're burning to the ground

Broken means for far off dreams
Out of energy just let your mind take a seat
Take it from me
I'm

was concerning you
You lit the flame I'm burning you, the flames are getting higher
And I upgraded from a lighter to a torch
Scorching any rapper then I

to be out here steppin' I don't give a fuck if the bitch ain't tryna

share, nigga There's plenty more where you came from
It could be me against

strength from his past, cognizant of his stance
Carving out his own path
I may be bleeding, but I know that I can shake it off
It's not over
I'm still

Top of the Bottom

John Wesley Harding

Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead [Bonus CD]

2009

love with an heiress called Erica
Started out smart, soon got silly
I partied by the pool and then arrest for necrophilia
News travels fast like

Contemplating making through week
Hotline blinging by the beep
Valet parking on the street
Emails asking where the sheets
Damn
I forgot to send

physical
I washed all my clothes like a good boy, where's my treat?
Go home, make my bed, crawl in and try to be un-phased by that, by that, by that

Get

The Island

Celtic Thunder

The Show Act Two

No way our holy flag is gonna fall

Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday
And teach them dying will lead us into

the back and then bust on her cheek
On to the next man it's time turn the page
Like my nigga Kyrie we burning some sage
Puff by myside yea that is my Johnny

I’ve been in love before
Danced home from Sunday school giddy with joy
To scribble, “Dear diary, I just met a boy
And I don’t care what consequence it

I can't let it go, like I'm writing in cursive
It's out of my hands now the pages are turning
Know evil lives, I met him in person
Secrets revealed,