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Out the Door - Dead By Wednesday 
Michael Modeste, Christian F, Lawrence, Rob Roy

Singing into an empty glass I hear the sound of my defeat

I'm

you bogus
Yeah you bogus
Focus
Police
They claim to protect us but plague us like locusts
Notice
They filming us dead and don’t think we gone protest

your bed
'Cause you let her get to your head
She made you feel small
Like nothing at all
And she wouldn't care if you're dead
You already know this
She

bowl of charms can fix it
Fixin' it why you bitching
Playing games why you glitching
Reaping what you sow and I ain’t talking stitches
She want me dead

on the wall
Holding up a house that’s gonna fall
The rubble rises up so tall
The garden cries, the flowers crawl
Let the dead sunshine burn out the fall
We’ve

your tower
I watch your shadow holding mine
Stars falling– flying, they were ours
Dead days with no one keeping time
Toss out all the wasted water
I'll

When I was seven years old
I saw a dead man in the road
Outside the liquor store a few blocks from my school
Well he was cold and he was warm
He

too many dead faces
What it do
I'm dat dope boy
Fresh like a dope boy
Riding clean
Like a dope boy
All the hoes on me Like a dope boy
I'm serving

We can't accept the fact that we are strangers
Living in dead bodies like if we were aliens
We can't accept the fact that we are strangers
From outer

heart cold probably cause hell has froze
Where are the facts where is the truth
Feel like the walking dead
Heading to the tomb
Life is but a dream don't

friends gone
Say I ain't right you dead wrong, like
I lost my fam to the drank
They try put my brother in the clink
I feel like i can see thru everything

You & Die - Dead By Wednesday
Michael Modeste, Christian F. Lawrence, Rob Roy

Years since the hurt building this wall

They climbed and they

raised the dead
And he cuts all his flicks, he's a genius with his tricks, he does it all
He does it all, I'm telling you all, Stanley does it all

I know

seen
Niggas hate me when see me dead see me six feet
Driving a G Wagon this not a Jeep
Why is you dick riding
Your mother told you that you can be

Dead looking at the phone heart Dropping fast 
Now this just 3 months after a nigga Up n left
Now I'm starting to trip and blame it On my fucking self

like what she like
And it’s me, I been dat
You’re bed and bath, but I’m beyond
My girl and I the next Jay-Z and Beyonce
My dead presidents turned my

made the best decision 
I refuse to be dead or in a cell division, ya dig me

And I ain't never going back, nigga
I ain't never going back nigga

I been losing my opinions in a vanity sweat
No cursive in my living room
I ain't dead yet
It's a long winding road
And I been following it quite well

Ooooo
Ooo ooo ooo
It's not my problem babe
If you thought you knew me you were dead wrong
I don't play no games for me they ain't fun
Couldn't give a damn

time ran out 
God bless the dead 
And I know it's hard trust me, but when I'm in that dark place you gotta think...
And I say to myself and it runs

but I'm chosen, that's why I controlled it
I'm tryna make it out of this dead province
Imma say it to your face but you don't know this 
And I bet half

stressing
We ain’t stressing
Nigga we ain’t stressing shit
You can just dead that
Fuck that whole part
You know what I mean
Fuck everybody that ain’t believe

You

Steadfast love and faithfulness meet
Righteousness will kiss peace
Yes the Lord will give us good
When life springs from these dead things

Revive

grave resurrect me from the dead come back nd live longer days
But i'm glad for cali cuz i can smoke out by the beach
Takin rips nd getting faded like I'm