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This could be the last time
But we said that last time, last night
Underneath the sunrise
Seems like our part ties part time
Miss me with the "miss

Hope i cut these snakes in this lawn im mowing 
You help me get through my anger 
You keep me calm and floating 

You take me to different places 
All

About nations either covered in blood 

Or a place of no hope Zach put his 

Head on the line his money where his mouth is and then dropped it 

I grew up

munchies
Im super sonic, gold rings, I gets money
Hey, I be that real swamp kid
Daddy made a real bastard
Now that's that shit
You are now tuned in to that

Nag Champa

J. Rocc

Thank You Jay Dee, Act 1 Mixed by J. Rocc

Yeah baby boy
In the place (for you and yours) to be
Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll
We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby
Yo yo yo check it

Some can’t accept at all
So many others just worship the disorder
No matter who live or die by my side
This rape of those lives must reach the end

I must confess
You ain’t gotta tell me nothing man, I know I’m fresh
Another sure shot, let the heads attest
Coming all the way live in the place

to put her in my place
Or ask if I have had enough to talk to you
You know that conversations blur after a drink or two
The look up on your face, it must

There must be a moment when things fall in place
A result of a lifetime at this chaotic pace
I'll hold things together and try not to break
But

of thoughts along this path
I be observing my feelings as each one pass
Somehow decipher the spirit a season has
I trust I'm guided by God when I'm in my head
I

Stoney Lodge

Cage

Movies for the Blind

2002

And this story just in from the wires of the associated press
The incidents of mental illness in the United States appears to be on the increase

own head
Two words is all he said
Tears streaming down his cheek as he let out a "Jesus wept"
What the hell is all this for?
Lifeless body hits

Spliff hit like semi truck
Clear my head by rolling up
In the front
Got my back so you the one
Calm down get ya homie touched
Been out of place so I adjust

it
Yeah this a bad lil bitch I think I made it
Yeah, you the type to get set up by some bitches and not even notice
Keep stick on me, if I ain't

Got to go
Get low
Blocks hot
You know
This time kudos
Cops out
Bluenose
I ain't talking pit
You wood they chip
Feelings you get
Worst than a baby

Poisidion
This musics my passion don't think I won't fight em
Let me catch yo ass after the show
Puttin these chicken heads all in a row
These hands are for

see the pressure when I look deep in your eyes
You're mesmerized by the drama life provides
And so I strive
To keep my head up, it's all the same, make

stages of talking
I crave, no, I yearn for a spark in a woman so often
You can try (to) beat up this posse
I will always be eppy, learn how to love without

stages of talking
I crave, no, I yearn for a spark in a woman so often
You can try (to) beat up this posse
I will always be eppy, learn how to love without

of Christ
Every fake people must be removed
Today set that featuring me
That mean a di fans them featuring me
So if you are picturing me this
Is the ghetto

appreciate
how much this life has at stake
And how much joy yet to take place
within it comes some heartbreak
I know it'll be okay
Paving out a new lane
For

know it was funny
It was like "hahaha"
But then I was like okay
So I can sit here and I can dwell in this and be on this hamster wheel
Or I can

wrong
Got me thinking while I'm writing this song
Who the hell am I surrounded with
People always down for talking shit
When you don't even know my life

opened it wearing Addidas (ha-ha, yeah)
Yeah, I got people, talking my behaviour
But, when you been here, that's when you get a say (yeah)
Young Escapist