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gon' need two vests
So, please stay off my dick 'less
You got a fat ass and two huge breasts
I been to hell and back and I
Fucked the devil in a blue

He was my brother Sylvest (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest, big chest
Killed fifty badmen in the West
He knows no rest
Bigger

off my chest
I've been stuck in my head and I know it's not the best
With all I put out, it's hard to feel blessed
Trying every single day to not Smith

ain't mine, but do I love you, yes, me
Baby, I'll be home by next week
If I give you my heart, don't fail me (don't fail me)
And if you go fuck off

the pain, but I can't shake it off, can't shake it off

Days keep passing by, I feel like I'm losing time
I can't get you off my mind, no wonder why I am

I swear none of these niggas talk what they chest
Niggas popping acting off of Instagram
I swear pop up and act like a hooligan man
These niggas

to swallow, hard to accept, yeah
It’s hard to digest 
But ima move on, yeah ima digress, yeah 
Yeah ima digress 
But just not before I get this off my chest

Sit down and shut the fuck up or fuck off

Let me get back on track like a sport maniac
Till i have a cardiac arrest
Pain on my back and chest in fact

off my chest
See my life, through the mirror, shit’s a mess
Truth is I can’t handle, turning silver from the stress
Steady holding up, feeling heavy I

lifted off my chest
I'm a bounce, when I get confronted I'm not into threats
Not impressed, by the one's around us they just in they head
I won't listen

got this pain in my chest
Dug a hole so deep
Putting my faith to the test
Got caught off guard
By crippling decay
But then again
It's always been that

I'm smokin' for my stress
Had a long day, let's relax from the bullshit
I gotta get it off my chest
Times are gettin' hard, I done smoked about

want to be your flesh and bone
You'll take me to the grave

My chest empty, my brain on fire (fire, fire, fire, fire)
I fight myself to pass the time

Trevor an' Them

Murs

Murs 3:16: The 9th Edition

2004

Now there's one in my hood off Pico or some shit
Through the years it's been the epicenter for a lot of dumb shit
Let me tell you about this one trip

stressed
Or depressed
And I need to get some shit off my chest
You are always by my side
Every morning and every night

I wanna take this time to thank my

that was jackin'
And by the time we left, the day was night
We hopped in my window, I turned on my lights
We went to my crib and ate, and then we left

people turn to drugs and they smoking by the pound
But I ain't doing that so I'm working on my sound
I'm working on myself
That's what you said was best

Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go

Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my

on glass
For every minute of my life
I've been searching for you

Oh won't you take this weight off my chest
Burn down my diary and pull me out of this mess

stomach upset
Heartbeat poundin' like a drum on my chest
I press bout my paper ain't pressed to impress
One look at your girl and it's off with her dress

lift weights on a press then prepare for your next set

First off I do not mumble 
I cook shit 
Whip it like gumbo 
No looked it Like my name Rondo

Fear was stepping on my chest. My heartbeat accelerated and the intensity in my thoughts became wilder. I thought I had protected myself in love, but

We Here Now

Ja Rule

Venni Vetti Vecci

1999

beneath my wings
When the miracle spittin' there shall be no witnesses to the pain 
And my ignorance, I charge to the game
So many love and slain by

Indigo that's who next up
Walk out the trap wit birds and my chest up
Palm on my strap
Anybody wanna step up
Hit you in the back
Bitch I'm aiming for