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Ain't a bounty I've gone after that can put me in my grave yet
Jet thinks I'm too reckless, leaving a mess of twisted wreckage
Sorry for the way I do

taste
But hold up
Pepperoni is in first place
I always wondered why i never wanted anything to do with your food
You never made sense
Pepperoni isn't

’m coming home
It's not so late.
But fate – is for those who wait
And I was never made it.
What if I had given me another chance? 

Surrounded by heavy clouds

The World Is a Mess

Phil Vassar

Prayer of a Common Man

2008

The world is a mess I feel like dancing,
For a little while.

Yeah that's right.

We'll pull down the shades.
We've got it made.
Forget all our

next
I took yo bitch just by sending a text
Call up the janitor, life is a mess
18 and swerving in two seater benz
I got the memo for all of my test
I

never trust em (Hmm-hmm)
I made a mistake (I made a mistake) by trusting you
(By trusting you) I feel like a fool (I feel like a fool)
Ngaba confused

The pressure
Adding on my plate feeling extra
Never been certain so I guess I'm
Cleaning up the image in the mess I made
The pressure
Adding on my plate feeling

fly
I might need a parachute
Cos' you make me feel so high
Love never fade unless it's fake
I want you all by myself
Q's L I K E
Why now? Why you never

blinded by the dark I raise hell till the day I see the light
Wishing eloquent rhymes would counter venomous strikes
I'm sipping Henny with sprite
Hoping

up
And you, you made a mess, made a mess of me

In California
Was bittersweet
And in the morning
You're next to me

We drank beer
By the sea

to eye
With the lil homie me
Saying would you be proud
With the choices I made?
Kid laughs
The lil mini me
Says: "listen homie you ain't doing too great"
I

a parachute, gripping that pole again
I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid
King in the streets, young nigga made
Sprayin' up

a parachute, gripping that pole again
I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid
King in the streets, young nigga made
Sprayin' up

Feel like I fell out the sky 
Different Clouds keep on passin by 
I see dead people but I ain’t even die 
All my S & Ls they come w a Y
I got dat

imposing
Don’t mess with me
Just be happy if we never meet
I’m a killer, I’m a beast
And I Know you ain’t a threat to me
Following a code
To make sure you’re

Don't Mess With Ouija Boards

Falling in Reverse

The Drug in Me Is You

2011

far away
This microphone is my escape

Don't mess with Ouija boards
'Cause now my spirit's torn

I'm bound by fear of being trapped
I'm falling faster,

this beat on
Secrets are piled, while
Tell me what you lookin for
Deep in what I'll
(Sell)cell extinction events, we ring in the dial (die all)
Buy (by

The Box

Johnny Flynn

A Larum

2008

tail

Sweep my mess away
Leave my body, leave my bones
Leave me whole and leave my soul
Leave me nothin' I don't need at all
Nothin' I don't need

playing with my business, business
Had her by my side cos I really don't wanna mess up
Had to fast my drive cos other bitches ain't loyal
My city ain't safe

got some problems then they got some dollars
And we can lean back and get rich
This writ like Habeus
Lil mommy I'm made for this
Stunnin' in Louie V

remain compressed
I won't be defined by yesterday's troubles, I'm claiming today's success

I might've made a mess in my own place of peace
And I might

and I know you don't miss me 
but im hoping that you see
this letter I wrote 
I want yo to know 
that im still a mess and im so alone 
I hope that

Look at the mess you've made
Now she's gone
Now I'll be alone at dawn
I'll wake up by myself
And go to sleep alone
Look at the mess you've made
Look

Yo, I am not a rapper
Yuh, thank you for listening to Jongisizwe
If you made it this far, you deserve this
Andinguy' umRapper

Yo, big shout out