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I know i can hurt you, say things i dont mean, tell you that im leaving, as you begin to scream, but tomorrow when you wake up, know ill be by your

Girl I know I messed up
By sleeping with your best friend
Girl I know I abused your love
But please don't let this end

I can see my whole world changing

A New Love
(Written and Produced by Zarah Washington)

Verse 1:
I betcha you never thought I'll be saying this. 
How I really feel about us. 
You got

that dirt
They need us - walking on the path created by our mouths, our guts
Not once, but always
Treated like a clown, like rust cleaned up
We're trash

I’ve always been told I’m an open book. Those who are intimidated by it, claim it’s my weakness. But those who benefit from it, argue it’s my

I don't really want to argue when you say 
I'm the best man you have seen
But i can't helt but wondering if no one better has come by 
and that is

Obit's
Say he was a good man, you can't argue with that
Not today you can't, not now you can't.

In the media tent where they spin and they slant,
They

can you tell
What can you tell

This is the reason why I’m singing
Reason seems to hide within
This is what gathers in my mind
Always argue with reason

your thang, go and get off Buck
Them crackers had you locked up in chains
For a minute we thought we lost Buck
I've been right here by them bands, bitch

twenty years old
Mad aggression
And me and mums'd argue right
When I had a session but times have changed
I'm happy with that assessment
Layin'

on the bigger picture
Give them a mirror
And they will remain silent and transfixed
By painting their own portrait
To resemble an activist

You sure put the ‘act’

to touch our wears
Pushing
Their girls to talk to us like, "Go, go
Go over there" ("OK!")
"Hug his body and get the autograph" By
The time he tried to holler

knead the dough

I'll sleep in a creekbed
With a green mossy bedspread
And laugh at the stars up above
In the dew morning hours
I argue at flowers
Sing

since that's how I live
Why would I expect any less?
Word for word, reading from a script
Absorbed by mindless pricks

The time has more than run out

Got my introduction robbing shit at Hustler’s
(true) they call to squash the beef
That’s not in the discussion
Made it to the point only
Reached by 5%

Yeah, uh these are the real Sopranos
Y'know, I was just telling the gang that
Funny thing about these niggas that
By the time they try to help you

like Swarovski
Never needed swag, politics, or paparazzi
I'd rather knock a foxy chick
Pop Gestapo Nazis hot by proxy
I rhymed with the greatest emcees

Adam Ant made a full recovery they built some flats on Highbury Princess Anne got eaten by a bear even her hair I'm waiting for my chance to leave.
Time

so caring, she's so sweet oh yeah oh yeah

Getting abused
Being pushed around by every man
To be a woman
All the man has of all beautiful families

And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got

Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah, now check the method

to know that
You a flower child I’m too fascinated by your pretty smile got me falling deeply
Where you been all my life I just want you to know that
You

Dead or in Jail

Statik Selektah

Statik Kxng

2016

the hardest
Picture me debatin' no time to argue with you artists
If you do a song with me I'm probably just targeting your market
And then I take them home

Still My Hood

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

Tell our self we'll fallback as soon as that money stop (oh!) 
Yet heat still on ya what (and)
Dudes stand on the corner like if life passes us by