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cup
See me in the cut
I'm grippin' something I might leave with her
Stuck in front the screen
Y'all suckers focused on the TV bruh
While I live out

Paranoia

Texas in July

Texas in July

2012

felt it
Things in the air won’t change
To another place, another date
As we watch time cut away

Looking back now I would have done this all

lights, he ain't tryna get busted
Cut the phone, you gotta go
Seeing blue li-li-li-lights, li-li-li-li-lights
I don't think you wanna know
You ain't

Poppa Pump
Beast Coast murder every fuckin' posse cut (yeah)
I'ma-I'ma get mine, no pity
If you out of line, then you might die in my city
Ten o'clock

sow'qalile
Uhamaba imini yonke ungadlile lento yakho angiy'thandi
Khula uzobona njengami
A couple years down the line nigga bringing A-reece in my kasi
That

composing a symphony that your mind can inhabit
If you find it elaborate just rewind and re-listen
Until you do understand it and you're in line with

What's worse, they perverse only headed for a hearse 
There's no time to loose you can choose to refuse
Vamoose, spread the truth round the troops, cut

pedigree y'all
Sometimes I open my phone book to see who's gonna be next to cut off
All praise to the most high just stay up on your grind it will happen in

make a lot more here than minimum wage 
I don't wear some monkey suit and I sure don't cut my hair 
Ha, dontcha envy me? Well, the line starts over

to myself
I promise maximal effort from me
Even in my final days, I’ll find an outlet that still pays
So cut me loose. Stretch me ‘til I can’t breathe
But I

that I can finish it before I'm gone
They wanna tap my phone
They wanna wire my line
Look I'm sorry if I had to have my celly number changed like 4 or 5

before
Looking for some else to blame 

Stretch marks and purple hearts
Cigarettes in brand new cars
Things will never be the same

I cut off that

the spotlight (yuh)
Ain’t nobody ever ask if I’m doin aight (yuh)
It’s ok I keep track of my time (yuh)
Whoops, looks like you’re outta line (sorry)

Do you

ROAD SIGN WHITE LINES LONG DRIVE
AND I’M FEELING SOMETHING HOLDING ME BACK
CUT TIES NO LIES INSIDE
AND I NEVER MEANT TO SAY THAT

MY EYES WIDE I’LL

Yeah, coming for you 

Read between the lines 
Look me in the eyes now, I can't seem to kick the bite 

I've got hatred in my bloodstream 
It's been

black hat and let you know some fast facts
Ain't never wear no snapbacks, I rarely use a hashtag
I had cut off a natnat, don't care if shorty ass fat

go, we locked in
That fish scale get to flakin' like some dry skin
I'm tied in, feds wanna see me boxed in
Don't hit my line tryna shop if you ain't

I wet myself to Nietzche, I cut my teeth on Tolstoy
I studied Kama Sutra while your ex tossed off to Playboy
I am the deepest puddle that you will

walk in a straight line
And you won't see me backing down from an uphill climb
I'm not the kind of person who will settle for less
My kind of soul won't

you ain't really worth it
You trynna act like you outta line
But all this pretending aint really working
Fake deep niggas every where I go they ain't

line
We been in purgatory the whole time

I can’t find the silence
These strings sound like violins
They cut through the silence
Without pain we’re

Walked in line 
To the beat of another's drum
Single file
Marched on through the dark

Stripped of breath
Cut apart
I followed you
Followed by your

the sound... 
Walk with me and see what hopefully will be OK 
Cut our feet on broken glass and step in gasoline 
Because we think we're safe from these things

time can become its essence.

Pain exists above all exchanges, profits and dancing.
It is the ground below our forms of intuition.
It cuts across