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just driving you crazy
To All my ladies...
I know that most of you think men are trash
And I'm not gonna try and act like that ain't true
We live in

to visit his grandfather
Who went batshit crazy back in the day and lives in an asylum
Grandpa's silent like a mannequin because he's catatonic
He just sits

are shortcoming as I chase the long run
I ain't overdosed with the confidence
I used to never write with the boldness
Still I rise with the saints when

It's the Big Bad Wolf in the house
Yo, how you like me now it go blaow
It's the shit that move crowds
Bow down you a clown
Reporting live from the 38 I

On Deezer
And keeps some Reeses in the Freezer
A rare species Kehd
Shorty work at CiCi’s making pizza
She go on lunch break
Then she tease me with a teaser
I

Aye pass that over here
Who that new nigga over there
You know that boi
What dat boi go by
I think his name was
Ghost in The Mix yeah
Yeah, that's

annihilate
This the price you need to pay to make it in this game
This no NBA
But your vision go'n fade away
Hold it right to maintain
Keep fighting for your

can't
I ain't claim to be a saint
Yes, I see you switchin' lanes
But don't you know, I been in the left since I was born,
When in Rome, I'm buildin' by

my wife
And then everything changed in the blink of an eye
It's hard when you face the truth inside and out
So don't go on blaming yourself

I drifted hits 
Now I'm the kid, with you by the neck
And yo' momma' next if you tryna' threat

Oop, shit, uhh, yeah
God damn here it go again
Saint

straighten
In cali nigga that's a 1 for 5 nigga special
So tell me what would you thank  
At the hotel 
Or the bank
At church
Even rounds saints 
Mecca party

Only way it’ll end, maybe I’m just talk-in’
I don’t know if I can, keep second guessing
All the time when, I think of trying
She’s got me hiding, I am

Misplaced

Sonata Arctica

Reckoning Night

2005

a misplaced soul?

I lie in a perfect Hell, I try to finding my wishing well
When I drop my last tear, I have accepted this life

A true saint, that I am

Gigs go crazy like an asylum
Then call me Michael Myers
So who gonna tell em
When you see my face on the flyers
When I'm creeping down your block

by myself
With these wings ima die
Angels in the air
Dey not here with me na

Stand on wat I believe
Nigga im the artist
In booth call me creeze
Wonder

the headband on me (15 love)
When I dip I put my Honda in sport mode
This ain't nascar this is f1 (f1)
Speedin my way down the promised road
another jbl hit

Came up in the church granddaddy was the pastor
They use to try and scare us when they talked
About the rapture
Live by the book or you gonna burn

needed you 
To save me
Somehow

Where do you turn
On a subway train
When all of the faces
Are crying out in pain
Hang on by your feet
Get out at the next

of the country population
Wrong answer
But got saved by the phone
A girl asking when we can go John Blund
And she wants to come (When you coming over?)
On top

I should live by the book
But hell keeps calling the phone never rings
We Holy Ghost balling we clap and sing
I put life in a ring then I wrestle it


Get off my runway  

This Gucci need a pap shot 

Go stand in my shade 


Blinded by the diamonds 

Poppin' champagne 

This Fendi need a pap shot 

cnd

faded away
By something we call stupidity
We're bound to walk a world so cold
Until the cards unfold
So stupid how this world we live in
Can come and go

at night
Tell me why there's no such place in town
Another day
Another night
When do we go ?
Don't wanna read the stuff they write
Just turn it off
Don't let

in time

Dividing lands, retracing
All the borders will colide
Revealing ages when the absence
Of forgiveness rules our lives

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