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I'm generous
I just been stacking up my leverage
Stuck up in her brain like a hemorrhage
Baby fell in love with my cleverness
I ain't clean pipes in

been smarter
Push through the pain
Let it fuel me like energy
It's demon time I feel bad for my enemies huh
I'm going I'm going cant stop
Give me 3

BB

Roy Woods

Say Less

2017

Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby

Take me slowly, don't rush this baby
Get in the drive-way

hemorrhage and so i further take onto my challenge and so i continue that this what we do song flu ballot procedure —->JOHN (aka Sporty-P.M.Studios) oooh its

on the blindspots
Shoot when my hands tied, No truce when shots fired
No clues to the crime spot, right time, wrong spot
Crew in the right spot, move when the lights

no fight they runnin from the light
Come and fight feel the might of right
It'll be aight come and stand by my side in truth
Free humanities guerilla

on my own

The music takes me high to ceiling
I'm floating in air
My body just needs hands on me
Somebody care
My eyes beckoning for approaching
I'm

own
The music takes me high to ceiling
I'm floating in air
My body just needs hands on me
Somebody care
My eyes beckoning for approaching
I'm falling

Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
You need a subwoof' to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let

Like Me

Erick Sermon

Chilltown, New York

2004

does my thing
Agua, I flow like Poland Spring
Not from Maine, I'm from New York, mayne
I'm the bandit, in the black Maybach in transit

300 pound

Too Much Time on My Hands

Styx

Greatest Hits

1995

I'm not in jail
 
Is it any wonder I've got too much time on my hands
It's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands
It's hard

and this phantoms a menace
And all these records I'm bending
I might as well be in the Guinness
Or in a boat wavy in Venice
The only one minding my business

Dragged up from beneath the ground
Of rage and cruelty so profound
Used to fuel our sickly machines
Funeral marching in our dreams

Dragged up from

Bleach

Charly Bliss

Young Enough

2019

sister's face

Plants and people wanna grow
They lean into the sun 
And press against my window in the way
Sick with worry, plagued by fear
It took so

Story of Jonathon (Prologue to the Crimson Idol) [Bonus Track]

W.A.S.P.

The Crimson Idol

1992

the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was
killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I
couldn't even bring

You've got it made
Yeah, you're sitting in the corner, it wreaks of comic karma, but
It's just a game
You got one hand on the controlla, the others

Pudge, it's a simple phrase
But it's a title with a lot of weight
My little darling in a hand-built world
An inspiration to a lonely girl
You will never

Tunnel Vision

Upchurch

King of Dixie

2017

people
Pulling up to cribs with my ragged clothes
Big chandeliers and a Range Rover
Putting drop-cloths down on my hands and knees 
On some snobby

through the project I saw people dying
It made me wanna give up wait the devils lying
Yeah I cocked it back in my hand was a nine and
I was like nine

Rears its ugly hemorrhage
Siamese telepathy
Surgical recalcitrance
Osiris eyelids
Bifurcate the hypothalamus
Severed hands clutching
Stolen rosaries

strengthened my core
You took these open wounds and put them salt in them
You make me feel strong again
(Incoming!)
He ripped the cord and brought the knaves

the red
Wash us in the red
Holy Spirit inside us
Guide us to righteousness
So I repent
Come cleanse my sins
My medicine is heaven sent
My blessings is
This

I'm gonna poke the pitch-black sky
I'm gonna leave this normal life
I'm gonna moonwalk the fire
Till the world's on my shoulder

In between two worlds

Ni--a get your hands out my pocket 

I gotta gun in my hand and I'm feeling like the muthf--cking man yeah 
I gotta gun in my hand and I'm feeling