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hair
Sway me in the seaside air
In your arms
cll the world seems small
cm I home
Or should I brace my  fall?

Is this Heaven or a daydream?
Don't wake

might be
Bitch I might be a great
And haters gonna hate
See my own girl told me to
Stop stressin on a day
And focus on a goal
Show this whole world how

(You'd better run)
You'd better run and hide

Twenty five reasons to leave you
But I'm still feeling kinda blue
Inside
Watching our worlds collide
Baby,

And I'm in a cool state, living in a fantasy
I can change my world, got nobody on my salary
Money's no analogy, analysis of damages
It's ravaging, bodies by

I just got a new bag might blow it all on 2 Jags
2 Bitches and they too bad
I'm gettin' money and you mad
Blue bills by tha bundles nigga you sad
Know

pays you standing here standing still
Cause they couldn't afford the bill
They over here taking pics like their brand ambassadors
Knowing dang well you

with your neighbors
This world ain't ready for me as an entertainer is how I feel
I'm still worried about my bills
might kill the dream with this

Girl when the sun don't shine I'll still be by your side
And when the river runs dry and you start to cry
Tell me how you're feeling really please

the village
There’s been a spillage 
Of black mens’ blood 
And I can 
Feel it
We can Heal it
We can’t seal it
 We can’t bill it 
We can’t will it
It’s New world

this car
Iu0027ve been both near and far
Pretending to be a big star
And never believing it
I could walk the block right by your side
Our whole world

Kiss Me Slowly

Parachute

The Way It Was

2011

to know,
Picture frames and country roads,
When the days were long and the world was small.

She stood by as it fell apart,
Separate rooms and broken

The earths looks small from here
That’s what he said
In an Aluminum box shuttling miles ahead
Humanity’s trace
Paper ripped into shreds
What might be

would we be
An orphan gone blue 

With a sack and no shoes
While the streets do tattoo

Our feet with the hue
Of every place that they knew

And everyone

kept a frown
Even with my dying engine things were frozen with no sound
I thought about the present I got her, new ballet shoes and a shiny blue gown

I

I explode, the whole world will know
There is small percentage of people that grinded their way
All the way to the top
Still that's long road that's

Are pimped to fit the schools agenda
We too conditioned
They tell you shades of blue are crimson
And rouge is cripping
I think It's funny how the water

I don't like fishing
But I wanna go on your fishing trip
I never liked kissing
Until I met your lips
I wanna leave this city
For some small fishing

line
Fuck the world then
In my crispy

Us vs. them
In my crispy
It's in the essence
Hip-hop is the present

I'm evidenced like Venice Beach
Tell a friend

East Side Story

Buddha Monk

Prophecy

1998

especially known to kill for you
Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue
How you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues
That's why I sing

The Frolic

Current 93

All The Pretty Little Horses

1997

in all of them
It's worse than you or I can ever know

On the edge of the clouds we crouch
We smile and spit
The pool of saliva carrascates below our

Slave away, it's just another day
It's just another day without meaning
Blue to gray, another bill to pay
Until you die under a glass ceiling

Don’t worry ‘bout the world
What matters is your soul
They want you to be
Very small and owned

Every time you win a fight
They'll try to take your

Through/Suit

Rescue

Flamingo Minutes

is no reputation
That precedes itself
I've heard no declination
Rebuttal, or sale
But we keep selling ourselves
By the neon blue and red
By

Jealousy go dey
Yawa go dey
If you leave me bae
Omoh see gobe
You can call me Morningstar

You be diamond  oh you be queen
With you by my side I be