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That you think will last
But three years later you left wondering how time went by just so fast
I hope I'm not gassed
But neither should she
I mean we

lots of fishing too
Just me him and momma 
And maybe our dog too
But time goes by, things don't stay the same
I have two siblings now and one more

threats, cursed, got drunk
And shouted about its beauty, the tragedy of its loss
All this, but to no avail

Years later, we were all dead
Still no-one let

to a painting
How amazing
Jesus, I need to get out of here
Luckily, my sentence was only 2 years
I’m just going to steer right straight clear
Because the end is

I still remember when they said I'd never find it
Two years later, now I'm out here, now I'm grinding
I gave my heart, I gave my soul, bitch, I was

you could tell me, if only, if only

Cruel whim of an absent creator
Still not here two thousand years later
Left you up to your own devices
The hurting

direction how you catch the wind
Two steps ahead is how you claim the win
When I do wrong I am the villain here
Catch you in act you tell me you don’t care
I

problems I said that I felt it
And that night we end up kissing now she leaving town it's hectic

So we don't talk for a while now
Couple years go by it's

They say a crush needs to be developed
But a crash sneaks up on you
Two dogs and three houses later
How the years have flown by
Time can be rough

2 comes in and you start to feel a little bit better
But the memories never subside like a personal letter
Ya know written by life, overnighted to you

a girl just breaks your heart
Everything ended reckless
Told her I'd wait, 2 years later she got back in contact - knew she wanna test this
Called my phone

but I never been a waiter
Leave him where he at
Two fingers see ya later
Always been me
Steppin by myself
They know I been rappin
10 years on my belt
I

rewind back
4 years
That's 12 bitches and a gallon of tears
Subtract one unfair arrest
But add 3 deep secrets back on my chest
Place 2 young black men
It's

dealing with the fakes

I’m dealing with the fakes
I been on my own, feel like 2 decades
And maybe one day, we can buy a house by a lake go to sleep late

my name 
Purposely a stranger to the man that i became 
Never out the house, she liked to move all by herself 
Talking talking talking, she was quiet

outlaw sound over 20 years later  still puttin it down
Shout out to my brotha jazz doitall and funke
With out  yall i just wouldnt be me
My first time in

the compressor
Two phones in my pockets, I’m feeling like Kevin
I’m grinding like 24/7
When n***** be hating, don’t mind them
Keys to my whip I can’t find them
Had

a skip and a hop. 
Suzie was satisfied but dear James he sat and cried, waiting at the lonely bus stop.

Seven years later, James he popped the question,

Hey what up?
Strict Chem coming at ya from the West Coast

In the year 2000
Long before I was the Darklord
I was a drummer in bands, heavy metal
Hard

everything I need, in this shelter with you.
 
(Verse 2)
Many years later several storms have come through.
They’ve only made us stronger, draws me closer

Congratulations by the way, man
Where you go to school at?

Ah, I appreciate that bro
Concordia Seminary in St louis, Missouri
The hometown

That boy got that

original sin
So bypass the baby Baptism and do it later
Yes we repent receive by faith
Forgiveness connect to means of grace
The Word and Water will clean

I can’t fucking Watch my kid play a game In the stand 
It gets me wonderin’ when is this gonna end / I’m thinking 10 months it’s been 2 years I think

to function fruity
Loops like a fuckin 2chainz
Or end of discussion, whatever these
15 year old brain dead
YACTH YACTH YACTH LIT! LIT! kids
Are listening to,