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it ain't coming through
Cause I'm just a problem when my issues come to you
You say what you like and you like what you say
You give me advice just

me before

Bureaucracy and bickering make for beautiful decor
And yet, we have an enemy
But wait, there's more
At home with your spouse

and he fake, silicone -
Hating ass, he ain't got nuen going on
Ugly ass bitch, tell a hoe get gone
I don't rent, cause I own my home
c jealous ass bitch, I

Tell my Mama I love her but i'll be coming home late
Cause i'm bout a be creepin'
He talkin' some shit he'll be dead by the weekend
I jump out the bushes

Wilko Wilkes
Poverty in the UK
Coming to a town near you
Ok, it's time to talk about something that bothers me
Every direction I'm looking in all I'm

got you, yeah yeah
Even if the moon comes falling from the sky
Even if you let the time just pass us by
Still know that I got you baby
Still know that I

to let you know I wonu0027t be coming home,
Gonna play my songs on Broadway, cause Iu0027m running out of time,
Life is catching up on me, you know

and then she complains of not finding the tot-measure at home/ 

Vers 1
Bring jydie dop/ dan ry hy die vlok/ kry by my die stock/ dankbaar sysie kok/ en kry

Listening' to rachet
Music made by niggas with bachellors
Feeling some kind of way
Really it's a mask or
Masquerade, these labels are after slaves

sign is
Gemini, but only one I
Look at the name
Bars like that are hard to come by
They coming up with bars as I write what I live
I really mean it when

to fe ma lo?
Oh no
There's some things that's really out of my control
Like when I tell you I should be home by 4
Then you snatch my soul look in my

taunt
And I'm haunted by the self-inflicted nagging voices in my head
That are coming at me with authority
So I'm guessing like everyone else

I am my own

bozo
Ice ice cold like the ozone
You will not touch this throne
I make yo ex bitch moan
Bitch I'm fly like a drone
I make money by my vlone
If you wanna

Hestia familia is my home now
The best supporter of all
Fighting with Bell I know I love him more than my goddess does
Cause I betrayed him but he was

Grave robbin'
Diggin up all of the issues and the problems and decisions that were made by all you greedy fuckin goblins
Homie's rollin' in his

she's so loveable
She's turning my thoughts upside down
I give her the crown, cos yes she's coming home now

Pragmatic
I'm pragmatically dreaming my dream

You can see it my eyes
Ain't playing
All love but the devil ain't gon make it
Coming at me but ya boy ain't shaking
Gotta fight for my love cause

you
Feel it at your homes
So you could see it with yo' eyes and
You would hear it through the phones
See through all the lies and bring
To light what is

Lost 
By Jesse Mader
Written by Jess Robin Mader 
Jesse Mader Music

(Scratching)
Lost

The Soco was my novocaine, I never overcame the sober pain

a movie where somebody has to go
You watch 'em pull out of the driveway through the window
And you don’t know…
the next time they’re coming home
If you need

the stories begin
Little boy coming up with some faith and his friends
Cause man I'm happy that I saw this shit I'll never take for granite
You'd think that I'd

(verse 1)
Welcome, brothaman, to my weird, whimsical wonderland 
From a Southern land where they peel pistols and run your bands
Far from home plate

On Bullard and Maroa right down the street from the studio we at right now
It's good though niggas grow everyday get better and better
As we more influenced by

the feelin, we fucked up
She took a sip of my cup... Things started to heat up
She used to want R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
Now it's V.I.P. and turn up
Its coming and I