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now we need some sweets
Crack down and rip unload the guts
Lick and spit then roll it back up
Sitting at the park feeling high as fuck
With my dog

Wide awake again
Unsettled by a sickness in my bones
I don't know when I'll feel anything
I've tried to make amends
A story we all know
I'm cold

their hearts when they play out in the park
In a territory marked by gangsters who love to spark
Ricochet and miss their mark when they hear that pit bull

of shit about the boy, but he never fought him
I be, stepping on these niggas like some Toys, watch where I be walking

My car is way too nice to park by

at the neighbourhood park
Apartments surrounding us, a reminder that this is just our luck

PRE CHORUS 2
And I don't know how
We're gonna figure it out 
Tiny versions

Flowsik
FlowsikDaegunz
DaeOne records lets get it
Sippin on that ginseng
I blow that kiss of death
배 고 픈 진돗게
Down in the basement getting fed
Been

dark in the park n the swings moving
Lonely child
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Where its predator, prey and hunger
Fill your mind and more importantly

Sweet boy
Meet me down in Prescott Park
Strange times, yeah

Hum along to the electricity
That gentle current of depravity
Don't say what you don't

your wings are flying south for winter
Leaving me behind and I'm alone
Yeah the silhouette of your existence
Burns the back of my mind and it hurts

Vices
Everybody got their vices 
Some caught up
Cah they don't use they voices
Ex Like, left in the past
I swear life
Moves too fast, Slow it down
Don't

down tonight
Can you feel the burn (Aw yeah that's right)
Business in the front, party in the back
Kicking ankles breaking backs (That's what I call

your wings are flying south for winter
Leaving me behind // And I'm alone
Yeah the silhouette of your existence
Burns the back of my mind // And it hurts

the back
Don't act like we really used to kick it way back
When the fact is
You can suck a trailer park dick lil bitch
Don't forget to lick the whole

the curtains
Ready to burn this mother fucker right down to the surface
Politicians on a string the pictures bigger then you think the game is played with a pen

for the 'bucks'
Like Hakim Warrick
Nickel bag in the park, my team on it
They want it like that and the street
Is dry as a well
Hell, that's why I sell

Enter in blood splatter on the ceiling .22 cal buntlines interfering
Can you feel it not happy you steering the wrong way wrong turn backwoods

in the common room
It's dead quiet, just like a tomb
Go rest your head in the middle seat
Where nothing seems to be concrete

You barely notice your

Crack a bottle, light a blunt so I can function now
Park my ass by the river, I don't want no one around
My misery hates company, everyone's gotta get out

as extended
Family line now caught up in it
Black experience as intended would Was never gone see the light
Would always work
But never own they slice
By

of a skate
To the park that's by the lake
The waterfront there never leaves me dry
And one never regrets seeing that Burlington sunset
It was the perfect place

Time Is Money

South Park Mexican

Time Is Money

2000

questions
I sold rocks, I was raised with no pops
My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs
Bitch offered me the pussy, so I took it
They call me a crook,

How Many Styles

Maestro Fresh-Wes

Naaah, Dis Kid Can't Be From Canada?!!

1998

your ass plus Julio down by the schoolyard
Don't try dissing me, because your style is history
I'm packing more flavour than the kernel's(sp?)

to the reefer
This was planned since high school
Go and ask the non-believers
My motives back then were manic
Fueled by immaturity
Prove that I was ill
Now I'm

return
But when she reached and touched me
Well it made my insides burn

And now I miss my baby
I miss her all the time
Cos my baby's gone and left me