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All I know are sad songs Yeah, I live in a glass home But I still be gettin mad stoned This real, not Hasbro Strong-arm like Satchmo You wanna
chatter, lynchers jabbed him for jabber Slaves were whipped like batter by self-proclaimed masters Bad days for us got badder, stay woke, Black Lives Matter
lungs reminds me that this life a favor Paid in full but for you gladly take a pay cut You only live once and ain't no more playing favorites Savor it
a friend in hand And you've got a friend in me There's a bar with a bartop soft and smooth That opens at three You can smoke inside at night Give you water
1 in 3 girls are sexually abused by the time they're 18? (Facts) Did you know that about 40% of all U.S. children live with their single mother (Who
Head To Toe, Oh Lead To Know Oh How To Move My Lips When I Met This (Ubba-Ubba) Male With A Fee First No Money Given Just An Ale By The Sea Surf, Go
to assist in the catching the vibe so take two, and manana give a call the question's asked and answered yes ya'll a double dose, came to live up the scene
So here it is, the ending The one that neither of us ever thought was coming The black letter day when we're finally, irrevocably done And I am
shitty Nobody gets looser than this producer Coordinate tracks that's live, three or four cars to ride Oh, coming out of L.A. regulating the West coast
live in a town made by movie stars and educated hearts Might sound like Amy Winehouse singing in your car Do you wanna play that part? Wear a dress
Confident demeanors, they don't like that Bro, you did it yo way Never how they fucking told us Remember nights 3 A.M, we both out hanging up posters In
There's nothing left behind We all went through hard times Losing lives by barbaric crimes DEATH AND DAMNATION A NEVER ENDING WAR FIELDS OF BLOOD OUR
I live alone in a house That was given to me by family With a bright yellow outside And a lawn that's much greener Than my neighbor's For all
in time in between the lines where a heartache and a pen We both know this story by heart we don’t have to pretend We’re just two different lives
Ayo, the child born By this treasure on the crown worn Highest level on the styles form Leave your vowels torn Consonants, protonouns worn out
a Double X I am the wagon that carries the band Threw my last three thou' with a name of Sandra Bland On my project cover I'm starin' like Sandra Bland
to get to me Your spirit ain't shit to me kid step to me Your history goes (bust the ass) kickin' victory When it come to hardcore I am (epithomy) of evil,
Hanging round hallways Trying to get a bird's eye view Little by little (x2) They bow their heads to pray for Friday night To save their lives and then They
[Verse 1:] Feelin' like you live in flames, everytime you think my name Super hot and on the spot as Fly enter I dispose a lame Never will I feel
Dead on the floor We know what they say About living that way But we choose not to remember And it’s hotter than hell At three a.m. People come from
supply my brother Have the candle light visual When reviving mother Half the night afterlife tryna discover Back to school again Live by the laws
so I like to think that I chose rap but I feel like I'm the one rap chose Your girl say that she me heavy 'cause I live my life by those gang codes
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