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the truth be determined by the flames vapour see
Another brother gon do a runner if truth muttered
A mother's love ain't enough in the world
To keep you

Got some left over Ben&Jerry's
I can fuck your mind if you let me
By the way girl I heard you a fan
By the way what the fuck are you wearing
Okay look

up
Click click blam and i'll pop you by the pantry
I don't do the dialogue i don't fuck with fancy
Shit when i was young i been Infected with

A million truth
A million eyes
And I'm passing by 
I'm careless inside 

And it gets brighter
someday
And I get warmer 
with you around 

Is a dream

Things aren't simple here
After the plague dulled out our senses
What we have lost I can't remember
And no matter how tired inner dialogue goes
Time

Ordeal of someone's dialogue being
Cut off by an unwelcome and unexpected
Throw back into reality accompanied
By the sound of my precious
Film rewinding

how it deceives
And you beliefs, is silent
Tell your people dialogue
Still you got to maintain conviction
And never trying to stop and I do not, know
No

backyard near our swing set and cancer can Kill
But we play in brownfields surrounded by sound kill
Sirens, horns, shots, trains is all around here
And I

out / cleanse and recycle a soul every time I shout/ i often see a plethora of poets punk out and pout / I lick their tears by the gout / I'm blessed

up on my chest 
Like a mothafuckin drummer
OG by myself
What a mothafuckin bummer 
Lonely low health
Low key don’t feel nothin 

Mouth on lock
I

sickening
Truth is at the guillotine, the television witness
Lies become gospel
Dialogue a fossil
Prioritize Profit over people that's how all this get

Learning lines in the rain 
Special effects by Loonatik cnd Drinks 
The graveyard scene 
The golden years 

She's in parties 
It's in the can

By easily removing yourself from the dialogue
Beyond my fragility I see how white supremacy
Has informed every aspect of my world
As uncomfortable

mind her business 
She Down with the Sickness 
Ruled by Venus, 
She's always dreaming 
Still she not believing you 
Won't hesitate in leaving you 
Came

of the rabid savage
Drank from the chalice
Thirsty from the clash gear ravage
Platinum wit in the throes of a dying arcade
Studio grade escapades
Dialogues that

on it's starting

I'm still figuring out this whole concept
You'd think I'd have it all down by now not yet
I mean first I've got the catchy beat

an exclamation
You come with excuses
I come with an explanation
Of my extraordinary expressions
Making rich dialogue
Every word is expensive
Don't let it go

move how we move say less with the dialogue
If you want to hear my words just peep the catalog
You out here burning bridges so I guess they all fall
We

CRAZY AS A BETSY BUG

		Written by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.

Verse :		Have you ever loved a girl who breaks hearts for fun?
		I feel like a fool

dialogue, each word a charm
And I shocked at the warmth of your lean and the skin of your arm
Late bloomer blemishes, summer job sandwiches
Valedictorians

like Michelin tyres 
Lacking fitness, tired 
And i'm English inspired by this shit
I educate not sing to the choir 
Distinctive attire, worn by the pope

visions are blurred by doubters who never heard
I trapped myself beneath my sorrows just so I don't get hurt
It didn't work I'm out here just losing myself

try
To position their forms toward the light
Mired and disfigured, we preferred the fantasy
To what we were each really like
A dialogue, a paper due (an

drop it all
Got me underneath your waterfall
Wasn't worried bout the dialogue
Couldn't see behind the smoke at all
I put my phone onto DND
Rocking my