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sip out my glass, stop wearing tight shit and hands will stay off your ass! 
My NBA final weekend was spent in the booth recording, Kobe at writing

another Priest tale
Death I brew, the witch-lord-king, that rip off wings
When I spit sixteen, it gets extreme, explicit scene
No more dreams, just cold

see you spinning off-axis
Disintegrating in rage

The sunlight sets on their guns
Somehow the days re-begin
You’re still an open wound
Flapping wild in

of thinking,
modify my lifestyle too.
Is it too late in life to change direction?
Can I pull it off? Can I see it through?

Well, I think I’d better give it

Smash it up again, I'll bounce off the wall
Shouting, "Enough's enough, this place has to fall"
Breaking out again like an animal
At the speed

Cause I could feel the wonder on the wind
When I thought she couldn't get no hotter
She said "What's the matter boy it's just a little water
Come a little

the weight I bear has never burdened more

A wind of plague forever blows
A creeping dread that always grows
Dark thoughts won't go away
The price that I must

where you are
There you are

Roads may wind
And you may find
What you've left behind
Is your dream

Tend your dream
How does it happen?
Dreams

like they’re peeling off my skin,

Oh, I wanna be with you,
Tonight can we pretend that
Oh, our love will make it through,
Tonight can we suspend

left

Seen my mama cry for real, my brother ain't seen his kids
My lil' sister died for real, that's why I'm gettin' high off meds
Fuck the streets

In the oldest of the mountains
Where the fields of poppies grow
There’s a maiden there as fickle
As the wicked wind that blows

And it’s there that

be rolling on those choppers
Southside, we be breaking them off proper
It's Big Moe in the do', sipping a pint you keep the
Fo'
Hit the Boulevard my

chance?
You might wind up on a list of missing persons


Black crows beckon from their ledges
high above the ground
They shake the quiet they’ve gathered

speak when bitches pass me by
9 times outta 10 when I'm in the wind I'm either drunk or high
And to you smokers holla at me I'm gone smoke some witcha
But

We were forced to chop up the train seats
And tables for the fire
As the wind howled through the windows
And the brown lace curtains couldn't kill

just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me

Racing on the thunder end rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my

or touch the ground
I want to fly up so high
And look deep into your eyes
Gravity means nothing to me
Just another lock broke free
Against my face the wind

Too man friends, too many heroes
Dust in the wind - Ground Zero
Too many cowboys, too many martyrs
Too many questions, not enough answers
Was no one

I wipe the ashes from the soles of my shoes
I step off the sidewalk, thinking of you
I light the candles in my makeshift shrine
The wind brushes in

Sent me off on a perpetual quest and distorted my sight
A young man is like a butterfly
Restless and frail he flies
To see him parry every thrust of wind

And I'll keep driving
Till I drive Outta These Clouds
Outta These Clouds

(oooooo, ooo, oooooo, ooo)

I'm flying, just trying to keep the wind behind me
Coz

losing time and looking for gold

Razorback mule eating gourds off the vine
It looks so lonely out behind the county line
Wind rattles dry fruit chewed in

When I was a girl, I had a favorite story
Of the meadowlark who lived
Where the rivers wind
Her voice could match the
Angels' in it's glory but she

that was off the hook had hung up the phone
My cousin opened the door for Rita, she started to step in the ride
She said "I normally get in people's