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I gotta know
What the Lord propose, the Lord
They callin' me the preacher's son, preacher's son
Reading through it one by one, one by one
I don't

The IRS callin' your phone, boy, it might be a bill collector
The tax man ringin' your phone, girl
They're here to extract your nectar
The IRS

on the border
It's a very very lovely day
To set a fire by the bayou, lil baby's in the pyre
Such a lonely day
When the ire stops burning
Tell me what did you

She callin' me daddy, I'm callin' her mommy
She wet like water, I ain't talkin' Dasani
You a leech, nigga get from beside me
Get head from my head,

I see you callin' my phone
I don't pick up cause i'm fine by my own
I don't call back cause I'm better alone
I don't call back cause I'm better
I see

I bet I know just where you wanna go
By that look on your face, we're heading out to deep space
Blast you off, I'll blast you off, blast you off

Dragged up from beneath the ground
Of rage and cruelty so profound
Used to fuel our sickly machines
Funeral marching in our dreams

Dragged up from

Your a bad lil thing 
Right hand my hitta 
Your the beach no sand
Your the real go figure 
Laced up untied 
Either way your mine
Your the fuel

Fuels burning hate

Now that you're brain dead, your ideas deceased
Battered and beaten by thought police
Living this hell upon airstrip 1
You belong

Woah, yeah
Cookin with that good gas gas gas gas like a deisel fuel jet
I might have to call yo bet
Fuck a nigga bitch Ian lookin for no shit
I might

Footsteps of thousands before me prepare for what I’ll become
Silence drowned out by racing thoughts of what is to come
The rain comes down
Pouring

unique, yeah
Fuel to the fire, gasoline
I look fire I know that I'm on fleek, yeah
Talk down on me, but you know I'm what you need, yeah
Listen to me, yeah,

This song is dedicated to everybody
That is being help by somebody
But not really
Yo Jesús You got me bro?
Let's go!
Ah!
Yeah!
Some go
Some don't
But

letting glass sands pass by
Nigga wit a attitude bet they cant stand mine
And that's fine
Just wait till they see the new me
I use that shit to fuel me

flowers
I still wouldn't know what love is
Open fire
Open lovers season
Ain't no place to stop
When you're out of fuel babe
Crash the glass
Don't know how

Trap Fuel 
So Clean 
98 Octane Gasoline
Burn Your City To The Ground 
I Apologize
It Look Like A War Zone
Now It's A Paradise
Butterfly Tatted Buggin

and the water
I am the fuel and the fire
When you're in hell
Only way out is through
Only way out is through
When you're in hell
keep pushing
I promise youve got

Where the road leads, ain't no way to know
You won't find out until you go
Gotta fuel validation on your own
Cause if you let them gas you up, you explode

will be my fight
But I fear I may not last another round
But these thoughts will only fuel the fire

Written by Grant Campbell

Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise
Karma fuels my appetite
Feel it in your alkaline
Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise

I've been playin' it cool
But I'm covered in fuel
That's how you know I'm 'bouta start a fire
I've been playin' it cool
But I'm covered in fuel

callin' me baby
Why the sudden change
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Say baby I love you
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my

hearts
The saving of souls; that's where it starts
   
I died for a sinner, I died for a fool
I came to give life, you dowsed Me with fuel
You set Me

Pistol Poppin'

Eminem

County Hounds

2007

thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin' on the ground with your fuckin' brain out