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what I'm after

Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by this

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

to follow his teachings
Do unto others as you would be done by
And we do unto each other when you come by
We could carry on like this forever if
We’re both

spinning webs of silent prayer
To fine for any naked eye to see

The concrete Saint of solitude cries 
Bitter tears on golden roofs 
That sting and stain

(Solitude)
Uhh
(Solitude)
Uhh
(Solitude)
Mic (Mic)
Check (Check)
One (One)
Two (Two) yeah
What's on your mind? (Yeah)
The mask, behind (Uh)
What's

cup?"

I'm havin' a cup of joe with Ol' Saint Nick
Havin' a cup of joe with Ol' Saint Nick

He tells me
After this, I gotta run
Before the daylight comes

Pray for
Pray for
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
Pray for Saint Louis Ave

20 years ago I was posted

you and your bitch and This is way after

I fucked her in your bathroom 
Fucked her at the gym in the Tanning booth 
She ain't no saint she ain't no

straight to my brain, know what I mean?
Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)
Their facial features warp, the laughter never

After all, sought for souvenirs
Meaningless, priceless
And behold, not to handle
Neatly kept
Before swept by the flood
I seek solitude
To be alone

the winter goes by
And you'll be miles away
I can't wait for the day
When you tell about your mood
And I'm left in solitude
Boldly motivated
Did I close

pushin’ Ps, lepas took a L, langgar cam tak ada lesen.

I Might be a sinner,
And i might be a saint,
Born 2 be a winner.
And Now They after what i did.

Violent memories fill your psyche, undue
A priceless sword left outside in the storm
Neglected by the saints with demons abound, my friend
Your iron will

Withered minds are not reborn
Laying in solitude, no one hears your inner cries
Now overwhelmed by fear, losing all faith in the lies
As your life slowly

battles
Churobusco was the last
Overwhelmed by the cannons from Boston
We fell after each mortar blast

Most of us died on that hillside
In the service

lights
Staying up inside, watching cars as they pass by
Prolly won't respond to your texts after midnight
But you can still come by, lay with me until it's

the only way to keep me calm
Your death was determined it was my plan all along
This menacing laughter is music to my ears
Awakened by the bloodlust after

Lamenting and loathsome
Cursed into solitude with ever burning, never ceasing lust

Gaze forth on me and feed your longing flames
Take my hand and drink from

in Saint Tropez
Sex on the beach
I can't be waiting for you
Babygirl I got too much to lose
Still gone rock your body
Baby let me ease your mind
We

'you again', after which he saw Saint Pope John Paul the II and Saint Tansi. He also saw the Almighty God in his house where he was forcefully bowed

'you again', after which he saw Saint Pope John Paul the II and Saint Tansi. He also saw the Almighty God in his house where he was forcefully bowed

it's somehow better this way

Defenseless against solitude and running out the clock
Sinking into somnolence, I've been betrayed

Evocation comes after

Saint,
also from the Kottonmouth Kommitte, was caught by survalence
camera
At JJ's Liqour in the city of Orange
Making off with 2 cases of beer, 1 pint

battling time
Amongst the saints I work to be when after battling time

Miscommunication can be damning itself heard
Body language might report something