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Yo, ayo by blood is hazey, smokey gaze
Glazed in ways, dilates cook-up my hybrid
I've witnessed every act of violence
Silence is isolated; I'm in

It's Cash Money young money never know money
It's 500 Degreez it's not four buddy
And the dro got me so scummy
And to drum hole a whole hundred
Can I put

Hand Of Doom

Black Sabbath

Paranoid

1970

turning green
Your eyes no longer seeing
Life's reality

Push the needle in,
Face death's sickly grin
Holes are in your skin,
Caused by deadly pin

turning green
Your eyes no longer seeing
Life's reality

Push the needle in,
Face death's sickly grin
Holes are in your skin,
Caused by deadly pin

Nothin' left but her bones to carry
Put a bunch of holes in your capillaries
Is anybody claiming I'm an adversary
I don't give a fuck if the cops pull up

Town Drunk

Love and Theft

Love and Theft

2012

drunk

Broken like a bottle, running from the only hole she ever had, 
Tangled in the talk behind her back
Yeah he thought she was nothing, growing

can tell
By the champagne bottles that I'm sipping' on
Fancy huh
Yeah I'm fancy huh
Yeah we fancy huh
Taylormade we fancy huh
Rockstar rituals we fancy

I’m in the kitchen I’m mixing shit like I’m a chemist
Popping these percs y’all don’t know how I’m feeling
Gotta hole in my soul and I don’t know if

Ain't listen to a thing you said
You talking backwards
All these actors sicken me
I be throwing up after
Living my life in disaster
Risking my soul by

The ice never melts so I hold your hand
And I'm feeling a hole in my heart again
Part of the reason why, you never see me cry
I hate to say it but I

I see you slipping day by day
Old thought patterns the paradigm shakes
I feel as though I lost my way
Jonesing everyday and I need to

Take me

between the lines

Would mama forgive her
Reach her hand up from the ground?
Would Daddy be a better man
And put the bottle down?
Could the preacher by

just human guy
Who tries to bottle every thought as it goes zooming by
But let these niggas tell it, they the sinister minister
Of turning sinners

Well, I got this pretty friend she's called the bottle
She looks so appealing to the eye
I raise her up and sip her to the bottom
And I turn into

a clover do
So I just take her down and let her ride it like a chauffeur do
She turn around I put it in her hole just like a gopher do
Turn around I put it

Follow My Lead

Christian

SPM: The Purity Album

2000

kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy 
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that

I’m doing the same but
Mine are broken from stones (stones)
Empty bottles on my table and
Some holes in the wall
I wish you nothing but the best
Nothing

the hand on my heart shakes I'm outta my zone,
Till I climb up out this hole I'm feelin' this pain,

They say the longest days come from all the strongest

you
Erase, crumple, throw them out of my view

Oh the worst of it all
Is it's out of my control
One by one they fall into
This hole

This hole

miss em
Taking bottles to the brain an i wont sip em
Turns out the ones who say they ridin be the same that switch up
If you ain't real then stay from by

a black hole
My niggas we might by act on, yeah
A trap though
This city is a trap though
Make it out big facts though
You gotta get them racks bro, yeah
I'm

OF THE SUMMER RcIN
SMcCK SMcCKING THcT WINDOW PcNE
COMING cT ME LIKE BULLET TRcIN
WITH c WHOLE LOT OF PcIN PcIN PcIN 

I'M GONNc SINK TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE

violent on my mama
Pour out my feelings in a bottle
Wit no prescriptions I get higher 
Don’t need you telling me you proud of me
Know it aint come from

a deep hole
Another bottle's what I always reach for
Pour me another drink
Is it scotch is it gin
I don't really even care so could you
Pour me another