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flooded, cost two-hundred K
2013 Beamer, had it for a year (turn up)
Ain't even drove it over three days
I keep thinkin', last time I seen my grandma
in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die
We can be shot at, battered
know for sure
Seventeen all we had was time
Now seventeen more years down the line
Seventeen how the years fly by
Now seventeen more years past your
the old Chuck Berry's - 78's and all
I sat by my record player
Playing every note they played
I watched them all on TV
Making every move they made
hurts
When someone plays it aloof to sin?
Did you ever believe that a smile could cure
A happy face keep you warm at night?
Were you ever fooled by
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
my year
Imma 80s
Baby raised by them 90s man
Imma 80s baby raised by them 90s
Imma 80s baby raised by them 90s man
Imma 80s
Baby raised by them 90s
Christmas?
My heart is bleeding, you're the cure
Where are you this Christmas !?
I don't want nothing more.
I don't want nothing more.
It's been a bad year
and they go
But it's a new year and i hope the year shows
That worlds pretty good we get caught up in the grays
Focus on the future stead of living day by
have these days
While we're making no mistake
While we're on the way
We've been around for a long time and known that
We've lost all the good years
increases in size
To almost a thousand light-years wide
And its temperature has declined
Down to a hundred million degrees
So the Protons and Neutrons can
we’ve been through this before
I never could find a cure
but that was then this is now
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time
there's a cure for Covid-19
But they've locked the door and thrown away the key so it will never leave
New cases hourly
Alistair Crowley
Manufactured by
years for year)
Years to follow
Cold blood
Why run
(Into the grips)
Grips Of The hallow
Tranquilized by thoughts in my head
Cure the sick
(Leave them for
The 20th Century is over, but what if it never began?
What if the entire 100 years was the work of a single man?
I mean in hindsight, dont it seem
dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit
yesterday even though
That was fourteen hundred and fifty two beers ago, oh
Skipped that town on my birthday
For eighteen years I was headed that way
understand
Thirty years wasn't in the plan
Them Crackers had you in that can
Man, these niggas don't understand
Tryna stack a hundred grand
And spend it all
You were the ailment
And leaving was the cure
I fell away and I still suffer
And year by year I’m fading away
You were the ailment
And leaving was
drippin' and swaggin' of course, ay
How many hundred thousand you make this year on my 32nd
I fucked that bitch on a perc for an hour, I don't do thirty
disaster.
Oh, oh, this house is cancer I won't last here.
Oh, oh, years go by and still no answers.
Oh, oh, no answers.
Now no cure can make it better.
a hundred mill while dodging a hundred years "hell yeah"
Serving in three different states I'm pushing this pressure all through the DMV
Had to slow down up
justified our fears.
But now the decades pass like years.
As technology and science suffocate taboos art and religion often lose
Do I think for myself?
on respect
Why won't you come back here
You promise me that you'll never leave
So many years gone by
Now you gone fine a new guy
Girl wish you could come back
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