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cranium when its drama time
I ain't a gangsta nor affiliate with gangbangers
Cause all my niggas in my hood I know are still slanging
13 years old I moved

knew that time that you would prolly be the one
19 years old, no luck, my heart was turned into a hole
Defeated by all the lies I been told
Felt like I

got big plans baby on another level
Lately i've been having conversations with the devil
Stressing in my mind rapping on a instrumental
I be making

No Lights

King Gordy

The Entity

with her third baby in three years
I'm 13, my mom's still a dope fiend
My brother's outta the pen saying he'll stay clean
No weed or dope sellin, gettin

a 13 year old girl stabbed to death in Southampton
A 16 year old stabbed to death in Dillington
A 7 year old girl stabbed to death in York
A 5 year old

The door unlocks, the curtains fall
Wide-eyed, I hear my monsters call
One by one they take their turn
Think I'm a toy, but I'm a girl
13 years old

Since a year-old, forty-seven year-old scab
Just to hear them words, ear piercing
Like my earlobe stabbed with a needle for an earring
Should I feel

in my cheek)
I find myself with my higher self, playing hide and seek
(I find myself with my higher self, playing hide and seek)
I lifted the veil,

doesn't apply
Screaming you're a king while stuck in a noose
Everything to lose with nothing to prove
Try to kill my vibe, but you're killing your own
All

running first
My old friend
You've always been around
My old friend
I want you by my side
My old friend
You pick me up when I am down
My old friend
Through

was wrong
I wanna hold you in my arms

I'm losing faith in you and I'm losing faith in us
These years gone by have brought out familiar feelings of mine

the mix, not in they face[01:00.22]Forever humble stay out the way[01:01.77]I ain't dealin' with no bitches[01:03.30]I'm just tryna enjoy my day[01:04.65]Got

that old lonesome road
My self-driving pickup truck left me
And now I don't know how I'm getting home
First I went for a spin with my feet on the wheel

by and I was still searching for my spirit
I made this album hoping that I could feel it
I still be having flashbacks of me 12 years old in that

my dawgs like scooby and scrappy doo
32s on the duly, 24s on the coupe 
13s on the Fo, rallys on the el camino 
Won trapper of the year 4 times in

ashamed
Mehn
Yeah
So, them begin to write new books
With no truth inside
Them cancel all African names inside
Everything we did before no trace
So, self

ain't know I spent a year and change at a Walgreens
But still been dripped out
Like I been swimming with the sardines
Car keys and palm leaves
That's

criminals! I've got to put you straight
just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short

to be renting a little tiny ass building, like we did in '05
Staring, looking at the world man it's time to be alive
So at 13 years old, I had started my

Yup I was 13 years old relly gave me the strap loaded/what am I supposed to do with this he said we ryden focus/hold up I ain't a killer he said you

Aldous Huxley's birds in the island 
Remind me to pay attention
My personal path to hell is clichéd and
I know 'cause it's paved with good intentions

i imagine the 15-year-old girls
Can understand that if not intellectually
Perhaps spiritually

I come with all the baggage of
Somalia of my

Sheffield: Sex City

Pulp

Pulpintro -- The Gift Recordings [LP]

1993

We were living in a big block of flats with a central courtyard. 
All the bedroom windows opened onto this court, 
And sometimes in the middle

Stack it up, two years of practice in the bag
In the past i've had, complete solitude, but no more my passion
Came and blew away the sand from my