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and only baby girl its
straight love and thug passion a bond thats everlasting tryin to put us in a
mansion with this rap shit they touch away from home

You click link, you get rickrolled
I got bitch cum on the phone Where yo bitch? she not at home

Like Eileen, she wants rig-boned She come with me, she

a aftermath tantrum
Oh my god , interrupted by this hunny, and looking pretty good at that,
She had a letter for
Cap , it said ma critical' was chillin' in

gone, turn some more homies on
Lookin out your window peepin while those twenties lead you home
You keep peepin

[Hook]

[Lil' KeKe]
She's peepin me from

Snowfall, all around me
Headed home alone towards family
Treetops, all surround me
As Im driving down unplowed back streets
Ya, but then my car

it 
Should be like 
But you can't imagine 
Nothing better
Cuz you never seen better
Coming from a home 
Where nobody ever left you a letter
All you had

written on the pure white wall
純白的牆上寫著我的名字
Drop the pencil on the table blood falls
完筆落於桌面時血滴隨之濺落
I have seen nobody by my side to explain this
身邊無人予我解釋

It all started, when I woke up from a nightmare
A man on a horse and a young girl with light hair
She was right there, but I couldn't save her
That's

the hand
Seat belt, as you seated, we'll take a trip down to the land
Of my dreams, where the broken homes were housing me
Where they poured gasoline

feel like September
My head in a hoodie my soul in a sweater
Break us apart when you put us together
Speak from my heart so you feel every letter
Most

Harm me with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em
OPP, how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have why'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O

stand up for yo own, then nigga take a seat
Got a bitch for every letter, that's from A to Z
I need two up on my wrist nigga, A and P
Them minor setbacks,

on fire
Don't want smoke better drop and roll
100 miles skipping naps like a broken Comb
I be moving by myself like a broken home
We playing ding dong ditch

myself through any weather
Weather you decided to be by my side
Or go ahead and hide
Stand right up in my face and tell all kinds of lies
I still had

relate
You almost never got this letter at all, it was a close one
From these problems that I never could solve, now I got no one
I got a lot of grudges

last visit and
It's his last day of life
I grab a letter opener from
The top of his desk and jab it as far as I
Could deep inside of his neck
And look

Carry On

Shyheim

The Greatest Story Never Told

2005

the beef, that follow me from the street
Dear mama, I wrote you a letter, why you ain't write back?
Must of went right back, to the pipe and crack
If it

bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in

hear it
Not yet
Hold on
Oh wait I hear it now, yup how you been
Oh you know just chilling you know, just trying to take it day by day as one does you

racing in overdrive I wish that they would park 
Never thought there would come a day when I'd be sentimental 
Until I felt the passion from this

stared at him, she could remember things from when he came home. Last night? Last dream? There were fragments of memories––faded––as if they were only

I mean anything is better than sending love letters 
From a prison cell to tell you I'm living well 
When I get out for 4 hours just to stretch my

the end of a pitch fork
When you live in the dark, you try to walk but you can't see
Surrounded by pitfalls, coming up as a bad seed
Learning to live off

So by the time I hit the stage
My fever'd started breakin'
I could see it all
I could see it all
Why Steven went away
Because he'd said he