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body is your home not a rental
Come on get better
This is your east atlanta love letter
Pretty little fears don't cut it no more
Sitting on the floor

no ride
So I walked you home on the right side
Was that the first time that I came by
I think so yeah cause I stayed the night
And wrote you letters

time, while I can't sleep at night
I think its time I go, I'm sorry to the people that I left back home
I truly wish I could travel another road
My life's

a lesson
Of theory so clearly a musical session to assist usual depression
Weight of the anvil  Too much to handle
Anchors me down with stress by the handful

you want me Well I want u by my side 
I'm finna make some moves you can come along for the ride 
Get you home and beat it up while I look in yo eyes

from the world when I'm at home
If that doesn't do it, you'll see my bone
You lied to me, I can tell by your tone
I'm enjoying the pain right now
No more

that nigga need bail 
The only time that I had heard from him was the correctional letters he sent in the mail 
Somebody help me I feel like I'm drowning

out he was cheating on his free time
Conversations with my mother we gon' be fine
Drowning in our sorrow from the City by the Seaside
I need some me

Well I wrote you a letter
I told you not to come
When I rose from the kitchen table
You were standing over me with poppa's loaded gun
Well if you'd

and hunchback don't really keep me from dating, do they
Echo through my hopeless head
They all want me, want me dead
I'll never score, let alone a home run
Now

down a letter - types out a receipt
His figures don't tally but she must be discreet

She wears knee length dresses and sensible shoes
'Cause after all

all of their names
But I'll always remember mine

So I sought to stay humble
And I wrote a few poems
I signed lots of letters
And I rebuilt my home
I

It's all the same

Look, I don't really have any clue what to do 
Once the world comes back from its madness 
But whenever I remember how repetitive it

Thought I would write you this letter
Nom' iSMS, in case I'm on the other side
By the time, you get to reading le text
Iskhathi sam' se siya phela 
UBaba

no telling what under my pea coat
This hammer aint come from home depot un i feel im getting better cant see me what the hellen keller
Ask what kinda

McCauley can't be home alone
Roll it by hand, I don't need no cones
One song from a mili
Feel that in my bones
Ya lil vest is cute but I aim for the dome

next
I was just on the radio lit
Thank God for every moment mama im blessed
Jumping from rookie to vet
Do this cause i love the music but gimme a check

comfort is mostly felt
Momma told me that I’m a one of a kind
It’s just me all by myself, being special lowkey lonely
Use to wish to be everyone else
Harder

in the future from a hell of a past
Baby momma use to throw my daughter's mail in the trash
So she never got my love letters
I need to tell her,

drown out the tints off the voiced please
That's ironic, mess up a pass by optics
Facts myopic. This is the shadow as light drops it
Can eyes cop it? This

the halls are letters and words I cannot speak
Used to hold some meaning, but now they make me feel so weak
Black hole in your soul
Hidden by your robes

this whole shit by myself
I could die tomorrow, God fucking permit (Yo, this nigga bugging)
Check in the inferno and reckon with what I did
But I ain't

the hate
I still have all the letters
And I keep them away from flames
You may say that I have become reckless
But I feel the beat! I'm not heartless
Sorry,

journey of religious conquest
People call it freedom but I call it a contest
I can make a person do the things they would never do at home
I can make