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Intrusive Lady

Eligh

Sidewaydaze

we locate with ease
The power to read the mind
Of female minds of thought
Unless I drop all insecurity's
To figure out impurity's
And purely I'm

pretend shit
Penny for your thoughts man
Tell him where his sense is
I sense I know fear in this
Race my objects so clear
Whatever floats your boat
Is

life that
I should be ashamed for
8 hour shifts in the snow, by the same store
Dope fiends bobbin there heads
With a vien tore
Walk with the steel

My Escape

Jandek

When I Took That Train

my body
Reach in your heart
Take it out for food
Eat my heart out
Take the rest of me inside of you

sixteen
Life been a full term for erasing a dream
Don't be confused by the shit
They put on the tube
And the New York Post and the damn Fox News
It's

got no food to eat
Got no other option but to serve them streets
Gotta be alert from the snakes in ya hood
Cause one more strike and your gone for good

So whats this one called?
So what do you wanna do for this one?
A latin song.
[Bla bla bla]

I need to talk, here I go:
I'm sittin here alone

the Hampton's partied alot
We was The Breakfast Club you was a part of the ROC
We used to make up special names for the food we ate
Remember cerial pie one

check a fool
Spread the food, and attackers shoot
I hope you got your vest with you
This what you get for thinkin that you could test a goon
My dude, you

'ya residence, my tyranny heaven sent
Call me sire, I'm live, charged up like a wire
Fresh out a fryin' pan into the fire, I got, murder for hire

world
But for reason it always turned toxic
Realizing I got a problem, but I can't stop it
I'm think shit will never change
Ill always be the same
They

know it
Baby girl my pride just wouldnt let me show it
Girl I help you by takin you taken on a vacation
And maybe we can take it there if you wanna

verses
Main courses
Food for thought
Disperse music
I encourage
Giving it all you got
Not to lose it
Retribution
Not the solution
Jot your plot
know you've

minds so twisted I don't see why go
Delusional from Post-Traumatic stress
Suicidal thoughts it's a massive test
To have no food and shelter on any given

to press on 
I feel so disappointed 
rejected by those I thought loves me
it seem no body want to see me 
but now I can hear a voice whispering
 
Don't worry

Food that will fill my tummy full of yummy
Motherfucker get a clue
I start to relax, and everything spills damn
I can't believe my fucking luck
All I

So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in

routes driven by the blind
Are great distances now they Artest
Jumpin in the stands to fight the wrong dude
Left all you right while the
Koch brothers eat

buried in a screen and they ain’t
Even got all their teeth yet
Food for thought slidin’ down the gullet
They can’t chew it right
Sure to choke ‘em if they

from work
She saw 'em coppin' pork, shoppin'
Poppin' corks
One night he walked in the door with a snort
"Give me food, Jen, then let me watch sports
I

Yeah, this is my vision
Written without second thought or revision
The type of shit that affect
You like an oncoming collision
That just make you

Yeah yeah
I been feeling mixed
Okay
Yeah
I been feeling mixed emotions lately
I admit
Becoming more decisive
In what I omit
Never had these thoughts

I’m home.

I found a job in Houston, at least through Labor Day.
But I’m thankful for anything that puts food on our plates.
I know you miss your family

Jones
Woke up today and I feel great
I can put food on my kids plate
I got heat and A/C
All the things I ain't use to have baby
I was doing bad
Their mama