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Angels Come to Comfort You

Black Francis

Bluefinger

2007

I saw the statue of Herman Brood
It had a lump way down in it's throat
That's because it's heart was broke in two

He played piano really fucking

political my scales were never digital
I'm a normal cat from Irving, TX with no pedestal
I just know consistency as much as I know quality
Dranny would be

but baby its OK
It's alright, I'm not gonna let you pass me by
'Cause this was love at first sight
'Cause this was love at first sight
It's OK

You can

on that bitch, I heard he love a broad
We ain't on the court, we get up on him, we gon' drop him off
Like I'm Kyrie Irving, got the handles, all I know is

See the problem is I was just a friend
Certain code that I live by
Don't let hoes try to get by
Don't let bros try to get by
Love and hate there's

cause I was not grown
Paris is passion, Stockholm is love
Berlin is passion and Stockholm is love
Shoutout to people who help me the most
Shoutout

That nigga had his spot, I say it's T-Turn It was advice that I didn't take, I had to
relearn, they used to call me by my street terms, now I

only by a thread
They don’t write how I do it’s blood inside my lead
And sweat and tears earned respect from all my peers
They say we mumble rap I say we

like 50
Or die trying still hustle like NIpsey do
Charged up so I might pikachu (pikachu)
cllow me to paint u the picture
Like the song by wiz khalifa

me by the store
It's five o'clock I done told her that I'm with the bros
Damn she say that she swollen
I told the bitch I'll come through and she know

do it again
If we down by 2 I shoot the 3 you know I'm just tryin' win
Fuck the fame, I'm runnin' up digits Fat Bro I need them M's
And when it's time

Written by: Hassena Lamousnery, Glenworth Irving, Halembert Caicedo, Khaleik Akerson and Caleb Alvardo 

I tell you that I love you under blankets
I

of my niggas is niked out

The way that I ball, I'm passing the ball
I give him a cross like Irving
I just want it all, I don't wanna fall 
I wanna get

feelings in the tuck
But I'm not like her last man
So you might as well call that a dub
I can tell baby fell in love
Always watching me super closely
She

I'm livin off of Fullerton
But no longer a simpleton
Album droppin December 10
I swear that ima get it in
My name up on that bulletin
Irving park

how we made it this far
Went from riding in the back now to driving in the car uh
Man I'm praying that there's people that still love rap, not them

Weak Become Heroes

Paul Oakenfold

Perfecto Chills, Vol. 1

2003

on and what's ya story?
Mezmorizing tones rising pianos, this is my zone so stop cloning
Pick paper scissors or stone 'cause me and you are the same
I known

Ay, that lil' bitch, she told me that she love me, that's a lie
I told that lil' bitch to hit me up when she wanna come by

Ay, ay, ay, lil' bitch,

roll with me 
Movin’ way too loose turn off your location
Theses op boys way too neeky
Fuck this ting I need a vacation 

Need to fly this pack by

I catch her ass in traffic
Take her ass right to the basket
I got beats up on my ear
I don't want no interaction
You and I can be a two
Kyrie Irving

"How-dee-do?"

Mamushka! Mamushka! I doff my old babushka!
With a hey and a hey and a hey and a hey and a dance of brotherly love!

Just kill the Carioca,

Bukowski's Still At It

The curtains are waving and people
Walk through the afternoon
Here, and in Berlin, and in New York City
And in Mexico
I wait

going broke when I splurging
I know niggas played the cross they left me shook like Kyrie Irving
Judge by a different person and they ion know I'm this

It's useless fam you can buy that shit
But its priceless when your fam loves you to bits
Im 19 now less time for decision
One day goes by not another bar