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Water to wine huh? nah man I'm fine
This faith keeps on growing harder and harder to find
When your father is dying mom goes to cry
That her sons

A sleepy Sunday
Cooped up inside
Tappin' fingers on the tabletop
Just watchin' how the sun goes wanderin' by
So let's raid the kitchen
Grab all we

don't know how to feel
This can't be real
I done lost my dawg I don't know how to feel
Not a day goes by that you don't cross my mind
We was upping blicks

through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos

Do you fear death
Do you fear that dark abyss
All your deeds lay bare
All your sins punished

Who would cry if I died today
Who would come to my

auf Stand-by
Entweder schlaf' ich ruhig am Ende
Oder hab' Blut in den Händen so wie beim Blood-Gangsign
Das heißt, ich würd' für Hip Hop sogar auf 'nem

Too pop for the rap kids
Too rap for the pop kids
Music loud through my neighborhood all
Album cuts no top hit's
Neighbors think it's obnoxious, I'm

the sound, I kick
Be underground when it all goes over your head
Like thunderclouds
Now, piece to Mushé, Nasir
Up in heaven, I burried two sons
Pain teaches

it by ten
And I can't trust these hoes, so I deploy my defense
I guess that's just how it goes for me, mm, yeah
Before I go, I got a little more to say

So many roads
I keep going alone.
I see my life as album,
Picture’s falling.
Precious moments there,
Love is everywhere
I had it all.

Winter brings

Turn on the pilot to wreak all fumes
I spit these words called doom
I be voicin this poison to prove a point
That blowin or showin the knowin
Goes frozin

genius
Top of the morning to all you Modern healers
Shrewd
Junctions like spag bowls
I'm gonna bag loads
You know how that goes
Intolerant like you had

Song Title: Character Flaws 
Album: Our Chemistry is a Tightrope
Artist: Porcupine
Music and Lyrics by Casey Virock, Nick Roesler

I'm cut

album ain't gold, now what am I to do
Get a edge up, shape up, Caesar or a baldie 
That phone goes two ways so feel free to call me
cnd buzzcut MC's can't

,pouring shots of Don, I ride ignant
A nigga at his best and I'm all about six digits, now go figure
Betting out Pimlico, I feel like Vito. The godfather

pockets
Chilling here in my humble office
2020 all my friends are talking like:
Music's not a thing I should stop with
I won't talk shit on myself
Anymore

with you on Twitch but you canceled on some fuck shit
As far as Kendall goes, salute to Crazy Hood, Dub P, and Idee4
You don't have a car, how the fuck

that's blatant
Don't like my beats, they ain't carried by feats, fam my tracks get bought and streamed
You're a rotten crop, and man's the cream, better

and blackened eyes
Will come alive
And light again

So you push
And you shove
And it all goes unseen
You're fighting off a landslide
Slowly rushing
To the sea

Armies marching south and east
Compatriots have to be relieved
From forces which convert believe
They're killing who's against their chief

Crusade

cents
Get chased by paparazzi
My city still sleeping on Worry Free
Sun setting once were global they all gone see
I became a legend through this family

would say of course, of course
There's a hell of a plan that you got my man
And it goes by the name of, Uncle Sam
To the neck with foam, hittin' some bone

Niggas choose hoes over bros now
But I'm not really the one to call'em out
When she sees me all she thinks about is mouth to mouth
With her hand down south

balls 
You ain't naughty at all
You were kissing my niggas 
And i took the fall 
I was hated by all
Cause i always protected you 
You had no gratitude