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You were the muse
You made me shoulder
Full of abuse
Now I'm scared
You left me hurt
We were so young
We were in love
So many clues
That i was used
You

it is far and few
But still I fuckin' love it dude, she my muse and my lover estranged
The bittersweet dull pound of the rain
And when she turning it

Yeah
Yours truly, yeah
Need you by my side (Yeah)
Girl, is you a ride or die? Ay
Tell me now 'cause I really gotta know
I'm as real as they come, I

I caught her eye
A bit by surprise, one night 
At the Old Bordello Café

She walked through the crowd 
Threw a Venetian smile
And said: "I got to be

Love speaks on a Saturday night
As the days keep on passing you by
I know
It's okay
My mind, it's broken too
Won't you be my muse?
In my head, we're

of a tortured artist
Been hurt 8 times exactly
Since I've left you
In all the ways a boy could hurt a woman
A damaged person
A painter's muse
Yet no one here

Prime baby, you know I got the juice
I can have anybody but I only want you, yeah
Tell me baby, what you gotta lose?
Want you by my side, yeah come and be

Utopian idealist breaking ways for all to see
Deconstructed patterns manifest in broken helpless souls
Inspiration draws her source from a muse that mutes

When I walk by your man I know who he choose
It's me that he wants he say I'm his muse
I ain't tryna be rude but you like a dude
I ain't into cappin I'm

to join your graceful flight

Dear charity, please be my muse and honeybee
And pledge to me
To compromise my anonymity

My charity wears red by day and rags

Pour me a drink while I try not to think about times going by
All the love to untie
I'd be fooling myself if it wasn't for the light in your eyes

I wait, to see another line
I search for notes to write my life
The night goes by but nothing comes
Perhaps with drugs they’d roll, the drum

Alone ,

don't want to
I'm still alone, the fuck do I do?
By choice, just not mine
Still dying, but I'm fine
Still trying, full throttle
Ayrton Senna, every bottle

to you when they need a muse
I eat on them while their in the field ready to moo
Es niggas love beef, more infused like stew
I'm stepping on niggas like

They introduced her to the world
Used to watch her unfurl
She a lil like belief
But she elusive and more thorough
She was my muse
Always told me make

need money, moolah
Not you again, to be honest
I'm making dough, lots of it
Step by step no need to run
She held my hand, I let her go
Don't call me

over heels but my
Heart says i like this
My muse it's for you that I write this
You make a G send out sappy emojis
Forever yours, chivalry is alive

just manifestation
I've got my Abra, Kadabra
And you know Alakazam
If you can't make me crack a smile
Then you're the muse in my museum

Riddle me this

my palate
Is such a bone crushin instrument of malice
I'm self-tortured, bitch enough
The challenges administered by my own friends
The simple breeze

with the tool on the stool
Dropped out of school, took a flight
Got 'em waitin' on the muse
Hah, I'm influence ain't get no cash
What the fuck is you

just please say please
I can tell you're intrigued by the way you peep my physique
I can be your muse for the afternoon
I'm so proud of you, doing

it's the hallways of Orsay Muse that moved me
Measuring a youth's dream on shoe strings
cs if a beggar can be choosing
cs if I'm better off alone just

a muse
They ask when the album coming it's coming in soon
But I I cannot lose

I'm not sure I won't go where the hype go
Where does time go I don't know

Bright enough to guide me, an ocean defied
But as I burn, they've all turned away one by one
In the end, am I alone?

Like a boat lost at sea (You're not