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and rob? cnd I am crossing 

Independence Square by South Quay 

Down in front Royal Bank where the old drag mall used to be

cnd see him staggering through

Rain rain go away 
You stole my sunny day 
How perfect is a crises?
c plain old pain 

So now my hopeless eyes don't see a better way 
What's missing

enemy
You came from the fuckin' war
Your bitches still wearin' Michael Kors
My hoes got Dior, fuckin' galore

Make em feel good by gettin' drunk
Slap em

was nothing real
Paralyzed by emotions, you know how I feel
Them games you playing, they was getting old
Sent from heaven, hell nah, but you was Keisha

windows out, make me wanna catch a felony

Like Jas Sullivan yeah, like Jas Sullivan Uh, how could you walk away from the love that was built
Day dreams

that I've had with my mom
Still weigh on me
And when I am her age
Will I know that I was wrong
Or by the time I'm old enough
Will everything I know be

career
I bet it wasn't making YouTube videos
Down here a lot of people call me cringe
Cause of my old movies
At least I didn't sit on the couch and watch

were a master at hypnotizing
You were good at planning all the traps
It only took one day for it all to come to a head
By the way, i knew that

And I

,
With the words upon the page to keep the good ol' days alive,

Oh together we solved the universe through prose and song and sacred verse,
I never told

pull by myself
You home all day but I cook for myself
No you ain't my mom but you never tryna help
Been working nine to five you only think about

the deal end up decease,  shot by them mother fuckers is that the mark of the beast.
 (chorus) The mark of the beast is on ya is on ya YEcH YEcH  The mark

Cincinnati, it's where I wanna be

Driving down Race you'll meet Paul Brown by the river
With the Bengals in first place, now you're feeling like a winner
I

Got me thinking like
Got me thinking
Like

Whats good we always say hi but never have a convo
You got me thinking i ride by would you be there tomorrow

It seemed like a good idea at the time me and this hell-raising buddy of mine
Thought we'd go gator fishing in the Louisiana swamp
He had some old

Down in Kentucky way back in the woods
Lived a monster of a thing never up to no good
Lived in the water but could walk on land
And if he made it up

the fakes
My favorite junkie named Clay Cop at least three balls every day
my lil Spanish bitch got a fat ass Her big brother be coppin' weight
I'm up 24, I

to the valley and back
I lived in an old wooden shack
I carved my name in the woods
When you said I was no good
I lit a candle in the dark
It shed light

to the altar
Thanks every day to the holiest father
I pray that I'm gonna have a few daughters
I'm gonna give them the world and I'll foster
Pray I get wiser

I feel weak 

Mind racin I write some lyrics 
Experience to ease the nerves 
Old friend called meee pretentious 
Coz I stopped sleepin wid her 

I'm

can tell your sincerity by the way you look into eyes
But I can't help but look for old patterns I knew
Even though you're not the same as him in

like Schoolly D
He from, Parkside 52 part of a live crew
Old heads told'em Ahki don't do what I do
But you know this little nigga ain't gone listen
When

children
Should have listen in beginning work sleep I'm chasing pensions
Universe a torn tendon hiding pain by fucking grinning
Took some L's I'm due for

anyways, I'm easily replaced.
I'm wired on cheap cocaine; my teeth fall from my face.
My bones are being held together by an old, worn out shoelace.  

And we've already heard the other fucker's response
So why does your shit even fucking matter
Just the same old shit, followed by my laughter
Killing bitches,