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the vices
Living in the opioid crisis 
Living in the opioid crisis 
Living in the opioid crisis 

Any kind of cancer you imagine
NCI has the cures on a patent

I can
Find a cure for all your ills
Or just a lust for life
Don't you die on me now

If the grass looks green
Then let it go
Roam aside the buffalo
I

sleep on me, ah ah
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief when she's taking the meds
Or taking Henny instead

cancelled for the cure
Everything is cancelled until everything is pure
These dishes that they're serving me are colder by the minute
No government conspiracy

the curse and the cure, 
and never let go until you face 
the goddamned end is worse than what is reflecting

But I can't sleep at night. Haunted by my very

the cure
I'm sliding inside
I need to take a detour
Mi amour
Imma fuck like my whore
Her pussy make me secure
Voilà
Hit it raw
So I can feel it pure
Mmhmm

Looking, looking at the sky
Watching the clouds roll by
And all I can do is sigh
The morning, the morning mildew
Wash eight shy years from you
'Cause

I close my eyes to think, and i sink in pride
Everytime i sleep, i feel you by my side
You are the cure for my disease (And oh, oh, oh)
But i'm

fear the repercussions of the end
Walk along the empty path with wounds you must tend
No hope of finding a cure to mend
Corruption stitched across

a letter off to Santa
He put it in the mail just yesterday
And he pleads...
Dear Santa, all I want is a cure for mommy
Can you please help her not be

tell nobody o ye
Bby gal u bad oo, give it to me under, I give u too ye ye

I know say u bad I know, this gally too bad I know oo ye
She dey cure Ma

overdue to take
Start living as One race that's the human race

Put needle in skin
Let vaccine seep in
No withholding food or medicine
No poisoning by North

And grab your loved ones
Before they turn on you and the only cure's inside your gun
We're all infected
It's inside our blood
The end is near, we walk in

loud in your quiet loneliness
You try to escape and find something to cling to
And the bottles keep on emptying
You're just looking for a cure you say

Calling me, phoning my phone
Leave me a leave me alone
Cure my anxiety
You aren't high as me
You don't say hi to me
You cannot silence me
I got

know it
Is about to change
You won't be prepared
You cannot be saved
Your final day is here
Eclipsed by what we call 'Strength in numbers'
We have left

imperfection

Put the headphones so they hear
And I think I am safe for now
Learn the art that would be my cure
Hide the noise from the world and how
Wear

the court room and justice scatters
Decorate my home by hanging bodies from the rafters
Fate fucked me long ago my heart and soul shattered
Now I'm just

multiple niggas for sure
You gon need more than a hospital cure
Nah we ain't cut it we selling it pure
Nigga quit cabin that money ain't yours
I might spend

an open mind
Our hearts are put to the test

No justice, no peace
No cure for this disease
No justice, no peace
No cure for this disease

Is this the life

You give sweet, and how easily I, I fall deep
Your touch pours like honey on my skin, smooth it lingers
You, the cure and the cause
Of my blues
My

You know I got you with any lil thing
Your eyes fill the night with the shine in your face
You are the answer to cure all my pain
When the time's

You took the cure, and you're still symptomatic
You can say you're clean, but you're still the addict
I punch the mirror
I'm sick of you
I've had

Ive been drinking again and I dont know why
Hurts my head keep me up at night
Sit awake in bed i close my eyes
Hanging by a thread try to stay alive