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was wrong
I wanna hold you in my arms

I'm losing faith in you and I'm losing faith in us
These years gone by have brought out familiar feelings of mine

my dawgs like scooby and scrappy doo
32s on the duly, 24s on the coupe 
13s on the Fo, rallys on the el camino 
Won trapper of the year 4 times in

that old lonesome road
My self-driving pickup truck left me
And now I don't know how I'm getting home
First I went for a spin with my feet on the wheel

by and I was still searching for my spirit
I made this album hoping that I could feel it
I still be having flashbacks of me 12 years old in that

ain't know I spent a year and change at a Walgreens
But still been dripped out
Like I been swimming with the sardines
Car keys and palm leaves
That's

to be renting a little tiny ass building, like we did in '05
Staring, looking at the world man it's time to be alive
So at 13 years old, I had started my

Yup I was 13 years old relly gave me the strap loaded/what am I supposed to do with this he said we ryden focus/hold up I ain't a killer he said you

ashamed
Mehn
Yeah
So, them begin to write new books
With no truth inside
Them cancel all African names inside
Everything we did before no trace
So, self

criminals! I've got to put you straight
just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short

Aldous Huxley's birds in the island 
Remind me to pay attention
My personal path to hell is clichéd and
I know 'cause it's paved with good intentions

i imagine the 15-year-old girls
Can understand that if not intellectually
Perhaps spiritually

I come with all the baggage of
Somalia of my

Sheffield: Sex City

Pulp

Pulpintro -- The Gift Recordings [LP]

1993

We were living in a big block of flats with a central courtyard. 
All the bedroom windows opened onto this court, 
And sometimes in the middle

I'm erasing my old self
New alias
Won't
Ask nobody for no help
Dishonest twists
Want
Conversations
Hear dial tone
She fast asleep
Always lately I've

and shared our fears it was something to behold
And in that moment through my past reflections i saw us both grow old
she changed the conversation to a 104

Stack it up, two years of practice in the bag
In the past i've had, complete solitude, but no more my passion
Came and blew away the sand from my

When I was 13 I was given my guitar
I remember that year so well, my parents fell apart
And at the age of 15 I was drinking with my friends
A little

long pants
She was sharing conversation with a man who sold ball point pens and pencils

And the train stopped once in Clifton
Where my aunt bought me

Access Denied

Project: Deadman

Self Inflicted

to call my home
9th grade trial by jury only 16 years old
Found not guilty back in '93 victim of society
Hatred and mass murder thoughts inside of me
My

the Christmas bells by now
Are usually ringing
The conversation usually doesn't stall
The colored lights just
Aren't as bright as in my memory
And the Christmas

Hip Hop

Eminem

Hannicap Circus

2005

step-dad
When I was 10 years old, I started to feel the hunger
Got a little older, man, the force got stronger (yeah)
And me and my rap partner wasn't

the fuck 

All alone
13 years old 
Guitar was the only thing to call my own 

Grew up with no fan to call my own
Sing a sad song just to call my own
Little

and peers
Don’t get near with the bags of gear
Nobody knew better
Nobody asked whether
T’was good for my 21 year old self

Don’t say yes to everything

the Black Pearls
I knew the Saigons
And matter of fact, my family by
They self, my brothers, and sisters
We fought the whole Saigon gang
The whole gang

by his self or with a group too
Who? Fight back oh it like that [?]
Where my knife at, shawty I be right back.

[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash