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"Keys 2 Hidden Power" written by: SHADDOW composed by: SHADDOW arranged by: SHADDOW Produced by: SHADDOW videography by: SHADDOW Lyrics: Coming like

the money so I cannot get robbed
My style is so good that it cannot be touched, like gold
I think I have two houses, one's a dream and the other's my home
I

it out
There's so many times that we live in self doubt
But truth is our reflection can't be found
Cuz time change's everything even our sound
Plus

defines what it is to be free
Nothing will stand like the life of a tree
The air is clean and the water is fresh
Giving a home to the birds in the nest

Yeah
We own all the highlights like ESPN
They wanna rate 11 but gave us a 10
Been working out at home like the booth is my gym
It's either ginger ale

the hills have eyes
They actually tested nukes in Nevada
It sounds way too crazy to be true
But anything can find home in the craters
And I think it could be

Twenty inch rims shitting on you, look like four toddlers
I might not know myself
But best believe I know dollars clear my sins
Every time I pierce my skin

Worldwide

The Devil Wears Prada

Transit Blues

From Milwaukee to Memphis, Pittsburgh to Portland, Maine
I'm a little restless, feeling like a need a change
By way of Brooklyn and up to Boston

Da-da
Da-da-da, da

Uh, please forgive me if I mess up
Knowing that You watching, so much pressure
Still God I thank, I'll never let up
So

time in the rain like carlos sainz
Koalas home wherever the trees be that's my home
Koalas home wherever the trees be that's my home
Ive been going off

I'm on my own on the way back home
On the way back
It all just sounds so stupid
All these people that surround me are so clueless
An impostor is upon

I don't even care if we are ever found
Can't you heal my love, love, do you like the sound?
We are made of dreams, Heaven knows we are
Angels sang

Bump

Redman

Muddy Waters

1996

the bomb like that Oklahoma blast
Then outlast, a few clowns, sounds
Raps, stay bein' the mack like Dru Down
Ask me what I smoke and I say, "It's

flies by night
And smoke stog's till the day meets twilight
Build me a home build me a home with a green
Grass hill with running water
In a backyard with

of harmony
Wish we could mend the seam not be enemies
Feels like an eternity
And now that you're not here with me
All that's left is this lonesome home where I

Just me and my hound, sniffing around
Two souls forgotten

People pass by, they never take time
To get to know me
You look through my pain like I'm

Wandering lonely through the snow streets of New York
I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard
I bought a mile and shipped them

being what everyone hates
Just take me out of here
Hidden still, pages fray
I wear dust like a crown
I have so many things to say
But I can't make a sound

I wanna be your home
I love what you wish that makes sense
I wanna steal your soul
And hide you in my church's trash
We just a group of misfits,

what's that
Ay yay yay
Ay yay yay
Know the sound
Put it down
Throw it round
Girl bring it back up like frowns
Hmm
Baby girl now let's work
Throw it round

the magazines are Hustler
And all the melodies sound the same
If I let this disc go by,
Then I'll be a monk

And nothing else matters

a voicemail
Like "Yo Hannah, it's Les' can you call me back?
I wanna talk about the baby, you, me, Jason, all of that
I've been feeling like I need to get my

out of the fucking sun
Look alive, kill the time till it finds me
And drags me home

Just let me go
I can't stand the sound
The colours don't glow
When

roll
You know the steela
Who rightfully, should neva bite the hand that feed ya

React like what, clean cut
Act up, royal as King Tut
Diamond cut teeth,