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Fill my car with petrol, it's not diesel, use the other pump
I knew from when I seen you, you ain't nothing like the other ones
Spilling up, so we can

I know I've been gone from you 
I know I've done wrong by you 
I've distance myself i think I need some help
It's been so long since I wrote it down

times that you cried
I never thought that I’d be
Letting out all these words
I guess my friend depression just
Wanted to be heard
Depression was obsessed

the blame
Cause it's painful when you start questioning yourself

Regretting all the times you fucked up, it won't help
Take it step by step, pain isn't

to you a Benz  just to go ride with your friends
I never ask for too much, maybe I ask for too little
I said that's violence like fiddles, I move in

it since sixteen
Being surrounded by your little web of lies
Where is your alibi?
Oh wait I really don't care
Its never been there
Over all the pain

a little peace
Well that's where I'm standing now
And from where I'm standing
I don't want to see
The family beaten by time and needs
Sacrificed

I'm old

Yeah, knew they were folding on me from the jump
Five and a half on the pendant thats paining my neck but I still hold it up
Yeah, we got steel we're

Got a call from an old friend
Said she was back in town
Well i hadn't seen her in forever
I told her to come around
She knocked upstairs

reputation
What I need a friend for, surrounded by angles
It's your own in your own concepts of operation
See, I'm not a killer, but I can work a pistol
From

on the Earth can make my mental status worse
When everybody with net worth wants a bite of this brain
Wants to occupy it like Wall Street protesters in the rain

his hands are sweating, his friends divide
the phone is ringing, but he's too deaf from the fight
he went from victim to victor with a stroke of his

Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

Dr. Elmo

Dr. Elmo's Twisted Christmas

1992

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa

there before
Some more than others
Running from your troubles
Well there ain't no easy way

Next station, you best skedaddle, we'll be in Utica by

pass by my front door
Looking so cute and beautiful 
You noticed me, noticing you   
From that day on, we were best friends 
We had to stay strong

From this moment on 
I'm going to be-a little chatty
I've some patty and coffee 
You can't stop me tell the story

My friend got married and I was

Synthetic Love 
by Ian Smith

Hanging with my friends 

All together bliss 

Took a little pill

Made me quickly ill

When you're so high

To get

I'd have it all
I would make my parents proud
By singing to a crowd and not an empty room
Maybe I could be something soon
I used to think that I could

My singular purpose is swerving perfect
Cell games free radical divided by survival
I can't take that ride, nigga, that's a suicide
Dr pepper with

I gotta strategise only the dargs repost my tracks
And they ain't gotta do that
Friends ain't fans wish rappers knew that
I put in the work that
Throw

believe

Probably not

Got too many things to get done
Need too many dollars in my funds
Got too many friends that need some

Cuz everything I'm doing is

Yeah let's go
Yeah I just need some more
Need some more
Of that bread
Cop some brand new clothes
Drip from head to toe
To my legs
You can't find this

What do I do now that I am not with you
What do I say when you just walked away
My friends delete all of our pictures from my phone
The ones we took

can feel my mother’s pain
Come with empty hands and you leave without another thing
Reap what you sow, self esteem based solely on what you know
And I