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warrior like Thor
Spiritual like the Ibis God Thor
Complex construction by the technician
Will dismantle your collective mind, Enemy of Mankind
With

She’s one of a kind
Oh what a life
I live for the times 
I’m a wolf in disguise
Plotting all your demises
If sex appeal was a gun
Aye then I blow your

of my sinuses
Blow my nose blow my nose kinda slimy
Yea my bros yea my bros they get grimy
On the floor on the floor might take your money
Thats your hoe

up
And I take what i want, yeah
Blow up
Chris Rob never front, yeah
Glow up
Pretty boy who stunt, yeah
Hold up
Hit that bitch from the back
From

Yeah YSC man, we got me you know I stay, I go by Aim
We got Lil KK, we got Bigskini in this bitch man, we gon' run it up
Youngins Stay Connected we

Zabel
cdditional backgrounds by Chris Dane Owens

Iʼm ready to be told
Time for secrets to unfold
Itʼs our time to come of age
Time for Truth to turn

does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all

circle square, best adjust your friends
Strap your boots, go head cuff your Timbs
Making movies Chris Cunningham
Seeing seven’s I’m a lucky man 
Luka

had the devil on my mind
I wrote a story that I call my life
Am I insane or everyone else inside
And I will be alright
By the end of July
I might be

Blow

Theory of a Deadman

Savages [Clean]

2014

Sometimes it makes me wanna blow my f***in' head off
Sometimes it makes me think the world has gone officially insane

Everything's a scandal

Smoke a nigga if he
Uh
Lookin kind of sticky
Uh
I meant slimy
Up the dick and blow her mind yeah
Just the tip her lips is tiny
Y'all don't get it please

Na Na Na we dont mind
We don't mind dem

When talk say you won't blow
WOAH...WE DONT MIND THEM
You can never reach your goal
WOAH...WE DONT MIND THEM

Like baseball bats
Face all facts We next, what's your take on that
Place all bets All in on me, you can shake on that
Mind blown, about to blow you away

one last day and then be gone
With no greater need of purpose and
No other needs at all
Just close your eyes, a little sleep
And when your mind is torn

you should taste the shit
You feel your head start to lift
Soon as it hit your lips
Me and wizzle done burned
Like fifty spliffs
I blow I blow I blow

Never Heard It Like This Before

Chris Lowe

Black Life

2004

prefer
You gon' hear this funk shit 'til your vision a-blur

[Chorus] - 2X

[Chris Lowe]
y'all millionaires pay attention, player hatin and dissin
Sharp

Keep you by my side all the time like we Siamese
You some good fortune take you out get some Chinese
And you graceful do your thang with the ease
Got

So I'll leave some piss at your grave (ok)
We staying fresh, our drip drop
Yeah we dressing, big sauce
Going up, that's tip top
Yeah we bout to liftoff

haze by the ounce
Y'all always know a mothafucka gotta do it big
I'm snortin' blow I grab the choppa then I split your wig
Don't work from home I'm bout

Russian Roulette
Words by Edith Pepper, Katie Freeman and Chris Chappell
Music by Chris Chappell
(c) 2012 Must Hatch Music

I want to thank you all

the bitch know that she missin' from my mind
She a 10 out of 10, so I nickname her Dime
Ass so damn fat, she walk by, I rewind
And she lookin' so pretty, I

yours my intelligence
Haters tried to slow my inception but
They just don't know I'm elegant
I'm Peloton
Never mind
I'm some better shit
My legs kicked

Girlfriend, tell me what’s on your mind
I will treat you right, make you feel alright
Let me ease your mind
Baby, I will comfort you (oh oh oh)

broker than a bitch
I gotta pop shit i bought her Burger King I
Think she wanted Ruth Chris
Strong money boy your check like a toothpick
You ain’t real got