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you can go ahead and sing along
But wait, do you know what you're doin'
You represent a bull, a pig, a snout
He banged on my Daddy's door
and asked

Of the wrongs compared to what's right
Fooled by what I saw tho it wasn't clear
Like a mirage what you see isn't there
Reached for my dreams down the drain pipe

for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product

are just the things,
I seem to think that you should endure,
For what you did to me,
Just up and leave and move croos the board,
No sympathy will drop

think i said too much

But what's the rush?
I got so many bars I don't fit in the club
Got so many scars, i keep licking the cut
Ya it is what it is but

more with my range i think what I
Admire most about Tyler, how dedicated he is
How much he really
Wants to make something meaningful
That's gonna be

I wrote a song the other day
Been a while since I played
And by that point
I probably had a few
As the words started coming through
I knew just what

circles
Try to carve him out, piece by piece, before
I see this brings him back twenty times more
I tremble, I shake, as he whispers of death, of blood
Why

double cups
More ganja for my fallen lungs
Don't fault me I'm in pain
I'm just sipping what I bottled up
Don't say you think you're not enough
Or tell me

are so confused
hang me on your muse

maybe I do deserve some more 
and I don’t think I’m really sure
this is what I want

you are so confused
hang me

mighty tight
And if he think I like him
Then he might be right (Chyea)

I think, I think, I think
I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think
I think

him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me

Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam

'cause I'ma makе a splash
And I don't need no fire types
To turn your game to ash

I'ma lieutenant gotta stay vigilant
And if he think he got me beat he

That's why he always brings the guns
When he comes through
I felt like Michael Angelo,
"I'm solely your muse"
Preserved our youth in marble
We could put it

knows what they conceal and what they reveal

Indeed, He is the All-Knower of the innermost secrets of the hearts
And no moving living creature is

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

nothing else to lose
You know I don't need nobody you can tell by how I move
But you can be my muse
Give a fuck about the rules
I know I'm nothing like

be cruel
So I like hearing everybody's views
See who's influenced by who
It's crazy that one day I'll be someone's muse
Then in two months, they don't

to the brothers

Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane. 

By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They

What I would be doing
Doing it yeah I'm doing it till I ruin it
Crooning, shit, there's no way he'll go through with it
There's no room for the muse in

Nothin' But a Fool

Natalie Cole

The Collection

1988

By B. Amesbury

So what do you think

Maybe he'll buy you a drink

And run his fingers through your hair

Apologize for having to stare

But he's

body (Body)
And for the blood he let flow (Flow)
For the price that he paid (Paid)
Just to purchase my soul, I'm sold
When lights is dim and it's cold,

bring the drinks
And I'll bring the posy

Side by side

He's always there when ya' need him

By side
One is lonely and two is boring
Think what

Knife cuts
Gunshots everything on the block
Doctors, lawyers,
Engineers
Teachers, cops everything on the block
Asking what I want indeed
Simply everything