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enough to get around in your hometown
And it's hard enough to fuck about when you're so down

You're bullshit and your lies
They caught me by surprise
Oh

a orbiter and a hurdler/

c circular/his true self is getting robbed by a burglar/



Decent men have to suffer heartbreaks/

Decent men suffer heartaches

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Uh huh yeah
Spooky shit, nigga
Way too spooky, nigga, look

Hard work instead of talent
But I work harder than

Empty glasses - lonely faces 
Fill and cheer them up - we need tonight
Let these vanished days go by in pure delight

Broken heartaches - simply gone

her
Asking how her frame would work, against mine
Sir get in line she responded
But dropped the digits and correspondence
Crop digging, leave it leaking

mighty high
If you have to go on and cry
Let it all burn outside
You take your pills you go to work
Deal with kids more than worth
All the heartaches

the silence, I feel the heartache devour
I'm the queen of my castle, built it stone by stone
But inside I'm battling, a war zone all alone
"I'm proud, yet I'm

that taught me how to cut, carve serve the base
Realest nigga in a room without a dick below his waste
Put on grandma gown and take the work up out

and take the work up out of state/ said my future was in rapping, so the risk she gonna take/ I’m in the kitchen waiting with the Pyrex and the plate/

fame it's gon' take it's s toll
I don't owe it to you niggas I made it all on my own
Put the work in
And the results just start to show
I might pull up

The day before
Your birthday
I am reminded
I am confiding
That you're in a better place
Hoping to put space
Between the heartache
Of August twenty-fourth

Uh Uh
Put in that work
We is not laughin'
We is not laughin'
Nah we is not laughin'
(Hey)
Fell in love with Codiene
Only love her off a bean
I'm

Don't Waste the Pretty

Michael Morris

Just Like You

2009

away
Don't waste the pretty on life
Soon it's gonna fly on by
Whatever way you gotta say it
Don't waste the pretty, yeah

And just in case you need

Daddy went and left us
Before I was a kid
Raised by Granny and Jesus
Mom stuck on them pills

Townfolk all ignored me
Poor boy not seen or heared

My backbone’s growing stronger by the day
My upper lip it is so stiff it hurts me
My chin’s so high it's getting in the way

I’ve been through the fire

This Time We're Really Through

Words & music by Jane McNealy  

(verse 1)
If you, ask me one more time to,
come back, 
for a second time you'll,

100 Times
Times it by 10 milly
I'm just thinkin bout my future
If they ain't have no bodies
Would I really love my shooters
Ex bitch work at hooters

forever
Yeah I should've known better
I should've known

Oh cmon honey why don't you get it
I've got big dreams but a shit work ethic
In a loveable way
Oh

on this D get excited
I'm with the MOB, with the strikers
I seen plenty snakes ride in Spyders
Niggas think they Randy daily vipers
Outcast I just live off

caught in a lifeless cadence
Holding solely on occupation and faith because they're all that remain consistent
It's a world of depression and heartache

but not type that you're led to worship by Travis Greene
Understand that I'm not the smartest but then I'm not too dumb
I got me eyes on the road but

make it stormy in this bitch like Travis Scott daughter, either you fuck with me or them it ain't no in between, bet this dick will give her kidney

in 
For the win
2019 we finna rage 
You can see the madness in my face
Hard work er day
Can you feel the breeze
As i vent
A man struggling to reach

a small hotel, 
Diane working by his side and somehow it went well.
Days were long, the work was hard, they fought through thick and thin,
Evening time,