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It's that time of year again
Where everybody's gathering
Under the cherry blossom trees
We were haunched up in the tree
But now I fathom that it

You going to be swallowing all this lead
Feel the breeze that's from my bullets that is passing by your head
Feel the evilness that's through my music

when it rained that it would pile on
Standing by your side to gettin pounds gone
I lost my heart down in the trenches don't know what's right or wrong

Villain on his throne up high
Crushing those whom he despise
Judgement from the bastards hand
But now the wolf becomes the lamb

Sold your soul for

Black smoke across the 401
Piles of bodies soaked by the sun
A drenched stench rises on the highway
A rotting tomb in a blood soaked haze

Toronto is

You're just pawns
Moved by greater beings
For their own interests
Unknown their true meanings
Nothing more than cattle
Piles of cannon fodder
Just

of making them bleed

The sails of the windmill are now my wings
As I become the death in the horizon of Men
To soak up the poison from this defiled land

genie cause
This pussy got em wishing

Hahaha

Shawty wild and you know he like my style
Take Tha head off these bitches n ima stack em ima pile
(1 By 1)

something that comes when you put energy into it

People 'gon fly by like the leaves in the autumn
Rake em up, put em all in a pile
'Til Autumn decides when

I fantasize about traveling the seas
Performing live with her by my side
I dream about her in the night time
I dream about her when it's nap time
I

me Feel
High pon life
Yee ea
High pon life
Woo hoo
High pon life
Oo woo ooo 
Woo ooh oow 

Get a villa in e hills
Watch de money pile up
Got a bad

out
Broken dreams stacking up in a pile
I won't be fading out in style

I won't be fading out
I won't be fading out
I won't be fading out
I won't be

between the pictures in my mind
I'm really gifted by design, it's Astral Jack not Asher Roth
Got tunes from the womb, clean moves, lotta juice
Like a lake,

Waiting for something to happen
We're not in charge
The violence of old
Search through the pieces of love
She was an open book
Read her by

on my face hope you think it's real
Anger piles up it's all on the inside
Let it out say that I'm mean need to get by
Oh well guess I'm turning into

Isabelle was standing on a pile of corpses by herself
She saw a man approaching her
He said his name was Long and that he'd like to take her out
They

That I stacked up on my pile
I know this your day
And I don't have a say
It's the price I have to pay
When we went and walked away
I gotta tell myself

I've been seeing these signs for a while
I'll push them to the back of my mind and make a little pile
Of all the things that you've done
That

faded away
And faces pile up, with eyes I'll never see
Adored in blood and love, they devour me
My mind my heart I thought I'd never reclaim
The past it

all i do is run and hide
I'm bleeding' deep it's fucking fine
(Three piles of rocks, just by coincidence)
Yo, what the fuck is motivation
I done lost

ever tell no lies to her
She hate it cause I do this all the time
Coming home later in the night like
2 or 3 or 4 or even 5
Little white lies add up

Raps about chevy colbalts and piles of dirt
Its about not lifting a finger but youre doing work
Its about death to a dealer
Its about becoming that

of feeling this
Weighing on my mind. I'm bound to do something
That I might regret. Should've known once I saw it coming
Time keeps flying by. So do all my

We had too many sunny days gone by
I’d forgotten the sound of a storm
Couldn’t remember the scent of the rain passing through 
I got too used to you