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In a white house at the top of the heap
Lives a middle-aged girl who can hardly sleep
She flies around in a Mercedes-Benz
But every road she knows is

a heap with you
So I'll tear us all up and leave us strewn, all over
Give both our waists a name
Kindling Tom and Kindling Jane
You set fires in me
Hack

learned a heap of lessons from all the times I’ve fallen down
We ain’t never going backwards, so what’s the point of wanderin
If I could or if I couldn’t,

you're feeling down
I miss that dopey frown
The heaps of laundry
And the mopey way you walk around
Come home if you're feeling blue
I'll make your favorite

you know you can all rely on me
cuz im the one who knows
everything that i might claim to be
is it real or is it faux
look at how i go hard

heap my

that the hurt and pain
Won't change you
You should be happy
But I know you pretend too
Pretend too
Wol heap a man want up yo body
But dem waah waste your

cocaína
I don't mix uppers and feeders
I don't make love I just beat it
Beat it, beat it
Leave a seed in her
Oh no, don't Billie Jean a bruh
I got heaps

on me ah tell you don't waste time
Do no get comfy
When me meds bout the past life
Whole heap ah things and them don't sit right
But me couldn't live ah

Gotta reach, complete
On so many accolades
Like a heap, gotta teach
All the ones throwing shade
I'm a beast, capisce
Like I dwell in a cave
Time

love play with
Whole heap ah lovely places weh mi been
But inna you ah mi favorite
Pussy grip me different, cum feel so intence

Say we couldnt be

a put a foot inna.
whole heap a work weh mi put inna.
gangster life i never like di criteria.
so mi sing song fi uplift my area.
cause i know, i can be

to concrete we over
But we go dig them down
Plant a whole heap a trees over
Them a try to concrete we over
But we go dig them down
Plant a whole heap a trees

INTRO
A me gun do the talking
Me thugs dem out and active
Hold one in a u forehead

Chorus
Man a old murderer
Whole heap a gun deh ova yah
When bryco

My dawgs dem we different
Aint no competition
Haters will be killing dem softly becoz we winning
Man ah fight from di beginning
Done whole heap ah

Garden peach garden peach
Garden peach oh ah
Garden peach garden peach
Garden peach  garden peach
Sour and sweet a patient treat
Garden peach
Compost heap

tryna sneak in the weed not getting caught
You like that?
When I speed up for a while
Then I come back
Relax open like files
Sipping cognac
Got heaps

i’m a broken heap 
I’m a fake-grinner and a worthless cheat 
I’m a bum, i’m a cancer that can’t be treated 
I’ma find a way to treat you right 

You’re

me
A little bit of it a whole lot of it a whole heap of it is not in me
Slip and slide between the pages of history

You went to the restaurant
To get

mindless antics

My biggest fear is never facing trust on what really brings us deep
I'm lost in sleep various notions piled in heap

My biggest fear is

mouse
In pools of colored clouds
My name to scribble out
My face to leave this town

You don't know me
Heaps of nothing
You won't show me
Forlorn sobbing

lifeless body
Tossed upon the heap

She creeps at night
She drips of babies bled
Lamenting screams
Ring piercing in the ear

Black winged succubus
Slowly

the trash heap to a fortune's embrace,
A symphony of success, in this unlikely space.

(Verse 2)
With calloused hands, he sifted through,
Discarded dreams

I end it all?
Oh, there's emptiness within the words and I've already checked
The emptiness within the words heaps
The emptiness within the words

of the heap,
My rhymes so smooth, they'll put you right to sleep.(right to sleep)

Got my drip on point, from my head to my feet,
Designer clothes, every day is