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hugs, your voice
And I know it's my fault take your time

I know it's been, too many years
Without a word from me
It hurts you, but the thing you don

not even name
It was vacant and cold and it didn't look human
An empty and shallow excuse for emotion
So go hide your face and tell yourself that it's

not official
It's an issue
How much more
Do I have to prove to be forever yours
On a stack of silver overflowing with love
We got a son and a house

And still I'm not official
It's an issue
How much more Do I have to prove to be forever yours
On a stack of silver overflowing with love
We got a son

and keep moving
If I die today, it'd be a holiday, huh

I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (yeah)
Rip

you know just how it gets (Get ya bag)
(Ya-ya)
Stay low when they come shooting for your head (Coast, prrr)
(Ya-ya)
Keep your money on your pocket not

I do, if it don't work that ain't my fault
Different shoes so different moves, a different stride a different walk
I might slide since I just bought

a blunt, fuck what you on (damn)
It ain't even fun (it's not)
To ask you wassup
I don't give a fuck
It ain't even fun (truth hurts)
To ask you wassup
You're

fucked my plug
I don't know what I'm on
And it's just all her fault
I just want to feel sumn real
I just want someone to hold me, I've forgotten how it

to go back? Don't you want to go back？
Is it somebody's fault? Is it just your luck?

What you've smelled sometime, will it carry it away?
Will the wind

of the mess made by your mates you used to call homies
But it was back then
Some mad heads
Trynna play with us pac-man
And I talked to you but your head red

Her narrative distorts your face
Seeping through your eyeballs
As you spit and drool and sidewall all your friends
You're perverted by the taste

? Thats mine, not yours
Had to take some days to think it over
I haven't been to fair anybody if its full disclosure
These roots are in manipulation on my

this will be our last round
Reload our gear through the points we earn
For when Death drops by
I hope it's not my turn to die
This is not my time!
I will

people you'll ever meet spread word in the wind
Pretend to be your friend and will do it again
Surrounded by mental slaves, I thank God I was blessed
With

To Me, To You

Jay Electronica

PRhyme

2014

curious to know
how you, how you gonna approach the next shit?"
Say it's the same way I always do, not givin' a fuck

Million dollar maker, not a faker,

more than this
I'm not just waiting for the end
Don't care if we're different
I'm not just waiting for the end

I suppose it's not your fault

your fault 
You fought all you could 
I just miss you so much more
I ever thought I would 

No one was prepared
It took us by surprise
Everyone was

Finding my stride, detective work
While they try to blur out the clues
It's not my fault my styles so sweet
Am I just Eye Candy to you?
I've been alone with

me shit like, "Yo' is shorty bad?"
I pretend not to be depressed, she never wrote me back
I hit him back like "Yo', well fuck her, it's

Fight with Tools

Flobots

Fight with Tools

2008

Don't put your fist up
Fill them
Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
We're the architects of our last stand 

There's a war going

Walkin' On The Moon [Seamus Haji & Paul Emanuel Club Mix]

Kanye West

Just Dance, Vol. 2 [DefJam/Island]

2009

that somethin in your eyes (Oh! Oh! Oh!)

And I know it's not just the song
(And I know it's not just the song)
And I know it's not just the drink

it's not you fault
But it's got me think I had enough
Roll my problems in the joint
My feelings in a cigarette
Watch how the motions fade away
You goin

Uncle Toad Said

Gordon Lightfoot

A Painter Passing Through

1998

When Uncle Toad spoke it was not a pretty sight

Uncle Toad tucked in the compost pile
Out by the back door, look at him smile
He said, ?Kid stop