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been up every night I can't miss mane
If I'm humble I'll know I get pissed mane (Uh-huh)
That's the price to stay wise in this kids game
Dawg, I been

Wake up every morning feeling crazy
Acting loco and this music won't let me stop
Rushing with the shoring and completing and devoting
So please don't

Fuck boys out 'ere tryna start war
If I slide with the mop I aint tryna do chores
Keep ya hands to yourself or end up in a morgue
Send the location

wasn't them
Knew I wasn't about it

Up and down I'd bounce around
I wore the mask cap and gown
But it never stopped me from hearing a siren sound

I would

I was flying thru the O trynna dodge the jakes
Caught that boy in the field but he ran away
4 0 caught up to his ass gave that boy a fade
You'll kill

the harm in the way
Even if it means I'm coughing up an arm and a leg
No I can't see his mug, man it's solemn and gray
Make a bargain with the devil

Happy Valley 
Caught up in a war down there 

Then we work like dogs shoring tunnels and moving stone 
Then Johnny cut a vein, yelled hey lucky, we've got

Will you come with me 
In the silent morning
On our lovely island

Always looking out for us all
Shoring pieces so they don't fall
Building upwards,

as you sing with me too
And I'll be the bank for you
Shoring your sickle-craft too

Oh moon, will you croon this duet?
Will you, oh will you?

Will you

Passed
We're trapped
Mass cast in castes
Prophets' warnings
Soaring
Lightning roaring
Storming mornings forming
Swarming
Honing goatmen shoring
Devil

kill 'em, We buy the coffins
Not let the coffins kill em
Ya dig that?
Now right back to diggin' up in yo rib sac
I'm talking slow jams
Itineraries, for

LcY cWcKE SOMETIMES 
Copyright 2000. Simon Cazaly Music

Verse One
Here is someone
Giving up there lives
For the value of others
We try to survive

and white
Dark and bright
I couldn't breathe
I wouldn't dare

To wake up knowing and know profound
Asleep but shoring
I'm lost and found

But you don't stop

you were at the bottom of the ocean
You dying
Swim Good no Frank I'm trying
To stay afloat but I rather be flying
Shoring through the truth
Cause you

when a girl becomes thirteen years old
she'll start worrying 
about her breasts
and all that time
we spend in the mirror
adds up to 
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