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of sluts
I like to call Hopsilut
But now I feel like having sex with these bitches is not enough
I needed something new for moments when I gotta bust
So

I think is cool and giving it to them on their half-birthday 
writing a new song with meandering lyrical content and leaving the fourth line

Woody Guthrie, Working Man

Ellis Paul

The Hero in You

2012

broken
Or just getting by
In the orchards 'round their radio
There's a voice there that's giving them hope

He wrote songs out on Coney Isle
That

Aye yall 
This is DJ Drew 
And I'm bout to get into a new record 
By man Big Haze produced by King James  
The One 

Uh my bitches hella photogenic

know the real you they just know what you go by 
How to stay faithful in a room full of hoes 
Man you don't 
She picture perfect but I'm still mindful

Like I been so stressed, all this stuff on my mind
I mean it's like we go back and forth, back and forth every single time
By as much as Yanna

to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you

Choke

Nje nge njwayelo she's wakes up everyday saying her prayers
She's ready for the new day as she takes her time to prepare
She opens her wardrobe

cool with you
and then later on
I call you on the phone
and then I make you mine
By singing you this little song

Chorus-
Hush lil' lady don't you cry

would sing my songs to you
Picture how you used to stand

In my doorway, backed by light
By the kitchen sink at night
Limbs all tangled in the sheets
I

of the picture
Cause I'm so far on that up and up

Give good graces to the old crew
And all the new people that came within the year
Crazy how much things have

the Greatest
In every song you feel my soul
Look I paint a picture, pursue it
And frame it as a goal

Ian make the honor roll
Still graduated tho
Still dont know

on
I been at this shit for too long
And I can’t vent to nobody ‘cuz I know that they won’t get it
I’ll just put it in a new song, yeah
Swear I’m feeling

I was seeking therapy, 'cause I had something new to say
I had never got the chance to tell someone I feel some way
Got a check and went downtown

Live by shit
Heard the cap in ya song hadda stop
Dat shit
You don’t live by da code ya mother
Raised ah snitch
Loyal to my brothers I will never
Switch

April 2020
I bought a bunch of butterflies
Sitting by the window
I watched em grow and come to life
There were seven of them
They all made pretty

to lie 
At three o'clock he told me was fine 
By nine 
By big brother had died 
That's the reason I get high 
Just to go pack to old pictures
Makes me

bitch like a dog
He sending the lyrics to songs
Yeah I read the texts while I drilled his lil bitch
This mo’fucka sending old pictures and shit
I almost

No filters on your pictures I like to see you natural

Sweatpants with your hair down I like it when you casual 

Every girl I meet feel like they

understand that do not make me half of me
Was 17, eyes had a gleam. now everything is grey
Except these songs I made
Time go by and friendships fade
Lost

I'm back
For a pretty penny I'll snap
And if you ain't gang I ain't gettin on yo' track
He a loser
Boy that nigga never win
Every time I walk by all she

in the process

I’ll keep writing songs and have fun
With my friends and other musicians
Don’t care for competition
I’m rather driven by mission

From

Bring destruction (I do)
When I fuck up at your function (Who)
Niggas think I make assumptions (Hah)
Flows popping like eruptions
Surrounded by

solved
My life's a picture, in one song I can't paint it all
He's in it all, a mosaic birthed in Pentecost
He's a present help
He's a present help
In time