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with his shepherd's crook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.

When they lead you to the wood,
remember that you always should
leave a trail of black

beneath
He wears a long black scarf to hide his cavernous mouth
And bits of flesh caught in his razor sharp teeth

So hold your loved ones tight
The moon is

please me
Weakness needs to leave
But if you waste your time hating giving me royalties
I'm coming for the throne
And I'm going to make it known
That all

you walked away
I always loved you way more than you loved me back
Your face is golden, bitch, but your heart's fucking black
The devil's

One day, this little nigga Jay fell in love He Didn't know she'd leave his heart in the
Mud And step on it like a bug
He was paid like Dugg, so he

Back Down!
Close your eyes so you don't see those who think you're just real bait

As soon as you see the exit, just run away
Just leave it behind

and dries
I hope this bitter time is a gale passing by
That leaves behind strength and light
This sap from my worn heart, this teardrop not disguised
May help

Head in the Clouds

Shamir

Ratchet

2015

Got nothing left to lose
Just wanna make my next move
With all these worries on my back
And that's where they'll stay 'til I'm in the black

sad things in sight
I'm just a parasite
Always paralyzed
Just leave me behind

I'm rotting away
Yeah I'm not okay
I'm falling to pieces
Can't wait for

inside, I'd give it all for a night
If I could, I'd give up everything, just leave it behind
Call me when you're high
Turn up on the weekend
Call me when

the summertime

Pay the Shelly-Anne Pryce
She running thru my mind
I'm running from the PAST and
Running out of TIME
Running ALL the time, don't run far behind

on the carpets
Your carcass is garbage
Selling it, black markets
Its hard for an artist with actual bullocks
I'll leave you looking like
A Jackson Pollock i'm not

rewind me
If we talking numbers I dont fuck with nine three 12
Fuck the model hoe go where u find peace
Ya aint what im on then u wont be by me
This bitch

holding weight
Everything new even the diamonds out the case
Lobster by the lake
Now I hit the block see the wheel watch em skate
Took the tint see

got caught he ain't snitch he on a stint (Yeah)
I'm a trapaholic selling Zaza by the stench (Word)
You can smell it out the bag and it's still zipped

Lyrical Lemonade mixed with the henny
Doin' drive-by's in the all black bentley 
The molly is blanco ain't talkin' bout' Benny
They talkin' bout cash, I

unexpected, If home was a type
Of feeling, Maybe I could resurrect it, I need to Leave things behind, stop living in
The retrospective, But I'm still fond

I tried to be captain save a hoe
But bitches only stay by ur side till the paper low
I'm the one with the paper cuts and who pay for us but then yet

it, burn it by the sixth deposit
I might bring it back to life, drop a check for 20,000
I might drop some tech, grab a tech and trade it for a chopper

dear, kissed me darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer
My grief and tears to smother.
Then off to reap the corn
and leave where I was born,
Cut a stout

from the slabs,
I feel two paralysing pincer like hands holding me from behind like a vice she turns toward me, eyes blazing
Knife drawn, she hurtles

fleeing from the terrors
At the night before I leave,

The remenants of reality behind
Me 'neath the trees.
Waking in the light of dawn I
Pray that God will

at The Pub like "What the fuck you doing?"
1-44 and Black Notes nigga thats the movement

If you aint trying to put the work in, what the fuck you doing?

for years
From here on out I will live
To find myself one last time

I leave the past behind
I'll take on the world