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like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any

skin
There's a million places I would've rather been
Families young and old are gathering
Now the victim staggers in
Things are getting tense
The crowd

no saving me
There's no saving me

And I just been on my own I never try to conform
I never try to conform to any, to any, to any, to anybody no more

cowboy hat
But you know what? That's how I feel today

I feel like I'd like to time travel, into the future
Where we all have a little bit more

When these tragedies happen
Most people don't really care any more
Than they Would about the
Season finale of Friends or The Real World
I was dumbfounded

Boomerang

Big Punisher

Capital Punishment

1998

me
He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly
Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game
Gave my wife some

to act a
Fool cause I'm a hoe hitter
Willie D told me to let these hoes be hoes
Not sellin' out, now none of my homies are
Buyin' bitches no clothes
Can't

we are I see one now
And it's snaking through the town, stop the car and set us down 
Hey Hey, it's a long way down the line

We're standing by

real than what is real so feel I'm sending
Compare the God with no beginning and we'll have no ending
My blessed rings are down with the kings revalation

there’s more obstacles to come
I don’t pay no minds to these aggravated fools
Got the tools to shoot for anything, buy any means
Don’t wanna suffer

Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from

in my mattress
So I can write a bar saying that I'm sleeping on Andrew Jackson's
They say I'm Irish cause my capital is Dublin
My iris's are blue like

more than you
But I still took the blame
Pain driving me insane
That's why I'm still in your lane

Stay on it real quick, I don't wanna feel it
Looking

your atrocities
Know the psychology of theology
More than a mythology, or a pathology
When the creation of His Grace, then
By the ideology

only discover that
There is still more
And the ecstasy multiplies instant by instant

The air of your prolonged sigh ends
In a barely audible moan

Bang Time

M.O.P.

Foundation

2009

circled by the grimiest niggas (c'mon!)
Walk with me, spread chalk with me sod
In the field where the real niggas are born (ghetto)
There's no surgeons

the way you told me to
But I ain't feeling any better and she's still gone, she's gone

I heard he hit two honky-tonks and the Polynesian Lounge
Cowboy hats

Big Time

Ultra

Big Time

1996

some more of that champagne

[Intro: Tim Dog]
Big time, laced down, diamonds on my wrist
Sippin Dom P in the limousine
Big time, stay crisp, always

with the taste
of a momentary lie 
The fantasy twists 
my veins are turning dry 
but I want you by my side
I want you so

Your rare scent that nobody

face  
I might play a cowboy on tv 
But by God she's the real thing  

She's the tough one  
When I get scared her arms are right where I run  
Behind

not in
Any moral position to tell
Anybody how corrupt they
Are you should be quiet when
You have spilled the
Blood of human beings has Nigeria dropped

CHORUS
We are the Bears
Shufflin' crew
Shufflin on down
Doin' it for you
We'e so bad
We know we're good
Blowin your mind
Like we knew we would
You

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel