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darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I'd still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn

a superstar
But I don't know a single soul that's heard of who you are
If it's bout guap then off the top I'm going hammer time
Cause I got homies in the box

Fried Day

Bizzy Bone

Next Friday [Clean]

1999

sooth ya
Reefer creeper seepin' in my sneakers seepin' in my shiva heave her (nigga) you
Better believe us even when we lonely weed won't leave us
Not

low as hell but pushin through 
Sneaky creapy photo shoots on the mobile life to you 
See my nigga dressed in pink they box em in like do the food

I call your bluff and get the voicemail and then
I watch your knuckles turn white again
Inside the box you put yourself in

When it gets too lonely

When It's Over

Julie Roberts

Good Wine & Bad Decisions

2013

Did you put my things away
In a box, get 'em out on a lonely day
Well, I put your stuff in a bag
Set it by the curb
With the rest of the trash

and it's hard to just
Keep moving along in a world so lonely
Who could have known that it hurt so?  only
You and I know that I'll search so long
For

gone I feel like an island
I'm isolated crying in silence higher and higher lonely and tired
Wish you never moved away wish our friendship didn't fade

can't move the same as islands in attrition 
Dog my mind is just too different 
We was split by different women slipping tyrants on they tongue 
Black

breath
Meconium; 1st fart
Alcohol kills
Imprints; handstands
Weed's still a sin
Big Pharma over Psilocybin
Float your boat; Lonely Island
Mac; Garageband

boys oh
Island boys eh
Choba boys oh
Eneka boys kpor well eh
Artillery boys oh
Garrison boys ehh
G R A boys oh
Mile one boys eh
Oil mill boys oh
D line

on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid

I remember that

Cowboy
Islands in the stream
I was crazy feeling oh so lonely
I never walked the line
My coat of many colours left me
Lonesome I could cry

Will you be my

Josie

Smut Peddlers

Porn Again

2001

freestyles with a mouthful
Pornographic Serena Altschul. Still leaked up

[Eon]
Yo break up this ounce

[Cage]
True. Knee deep in a box in the back seat poppin

don't understand
Wanna put me in a box funny how they never can
I grew up on the block right off Mack and Buckingham
Where them boys carried Glocks tucked

the bottle.

Yeah I'd rather be enclosed in a box of killer bees,
Yeah I'd rather be attacked by giant chimpazees,
Yeah I'd rather wear a suit designed by Jenny

intestines in
Here is the Box you'll be restin in
Im Mickey D's and they lovin it
You want a demon I'll summon it
Learned that from mom and her covenant
Dug

Kyrie, I got the handles
Navigating through vandals
I look at all the angles
And go through proper channels
By the end, I'm in shambles
Still young

damn huge, that we'd all be gods
Dreams of a youngster
Inflated and punctured
Now its just me in the spot
Lonely soul I walk this road alone
Still

but still the breeze will push by
I don't take "no" for an answer, yes, I do not like filler rhymes
I been on a roll
Figured I might try to go in
Push

I headed out to California for margaritas by the pool
And the house of a good old friend of mine I knew way back in school

Just a box of wood
Six

my turn to start another now
Never thought I'd get myself to ask you out
Life is full of surprises
Aye aye oh yeah
Everything you own in the box

in the box, I'm Jane stripping
Overseas taking trips outta town, got plane sickness
I wanna feed the team, I wanna see my brothers shining living out

on islands
All in your mentions
Glued to your eyelids
I got the Midas
I am a giant
You're in the minus
You sound like my bitch
I got the mileage
I could move