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hungry
Some little secrets I wanna keep to myself
Got all I need.... don't want for nothing
No sympathy 'cause let me tell you something

I've been down

There’s an old man standing at the corner
And the rain’s drippin' in his shoes
And he looks at you, as you walk briskly by
And you think what to do

(Where you go)
When you leave so soon I should know
(I should know)
Better by now
That you've got your tricks to keep me around
Say I'm done
(Say I'm done)

Im ready, to change everything for you
I call it act of sympathy
Don't make sure if I need you
Because no one needs me like you do
Can't keep

with they man's
I never stress over no nobody
Do the little I can
We talking Wife and kids
We talking long term plans
This is not a metaphor
Fuck these

I don't want your sympathy
And no charity
All I want is what I got coming to me

What I got coming, coming, coming, coming coming

There ain't no

You told me to try a little tenderness
Just before you slammed the door
I thought maybe I could feel some sympathy
But my heart was still

well worthy like James Worthy when he played dirty
It's my legacy to tell stories that saves bodies
But my songs can get a-little violent when I feel

I've been in battle so long
Kept it to myself
I ain't tell no one what's wrong
I don't need no sympathy
I'll be thugging til' I'm gone
Thugging til'

while I'm playing outside
Lived out by the woods until it changed to the suburbs with my mother
Whole new neighborhood
Even when my parents split I kept

the planet when I fly
Talent awakens When she criticizes
I ain't lazy just born a little bit tired
Sleep in the fire glory by my side
With you I reset my

under pressure
This time I am frozen
Controlled by the strings that
Hold me hostage while I

Beg for somebody
Beg for somebody
Begging on my knees and its

under pressure
This time I am frozen
Controlled by the strings that
Hold me hostage while I

Beg for somebody
Beg for somebody
Begging on my knees and its

I can tell by the way she talkin'
That she down to go the mile
Had a couple drinks now we headed back to her place
The shade of red from her

a little too coquettish for my sympathy to show
She offered up her favors with a nod below the belt
And a parting shot at pity for the cards that she'd been

Jerus, I'm on my way to Brooklawn
Someone hit my bumper, I turned around and saw Sharon
Got surprised because I saw little Shawn

In the passenger seat

the
Fire under me
The one that made me see I ain't Alone out on these streets, see me Walking by myself
But it is way more than it seems
But little do they

This plane it's like a building
Heading for the dark outside
All the passengers on board are
Leaving for much rarer climbs
I hate good signals
I hate

Today, we'll start with some exposure and response therapy.
This approach helps us in managing compulsions and obsessions
By gradually exposing you to your

his mind to reveal the God
Bitch wait Anni a monster
Little boy Produced by the monster
I'm a Don keep me calm
Who be sane can be wrong
Who be dead can

We only (want a little sympathy and hopes)
Know how to be loved (ah ah ah ah)

We were only (small amount of poison, but not in your blood)
Taught

back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view

Well this little mothafucker bout to feel all the doom
And now I pour a little out every time that I drink
Because I think about the people that don't

I want to hear,
To hear those words, that are so dear,
I want to hear you say "I love you,
by all the little stars above you",
Your voice is like