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the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
c fresh poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes

Clenched jaws, clenched sweaty paws
Mad eyes full of blood
Sharp teeth and strongly tensioned neck
Stiff skin on the back

Five days in each week

could you go
I wish you'd come back
I'm all alone
I really needed you
Now that you’re gone
So much left unsaid
We weren’t done
I miss my therapist

Each

She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"We were born sick"
You heard them say it
My church offers no

She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

"We were born sick," you heard them say it

My church offers no

my back.
Keep your chin above the clouds even though it's harder each week.
I don't care about the weather, it's just you I wanna see.

My love, I saw

ignore
But I can't stop pouring up my fuckin' drink
Every night turns to each week
But every night I'm feeling weak
Why do I feel the way I feel?
Maybe I

til 5 in the Morning
Gotta put time in for what is Important
Hussle
Each week
Or How we gone eat
Tryna get paid
While I'm counting the sheep
Ay peep

to get through each week
On two or three hours of sleep
I said "don't be patient"
That we're going to make it
I have to admit that I'm struggling
They say

merlin
I write these beats myself like 5 each week
That aint like some Kanye numbers but I'm close to reaching the peak
I'm rapping, singing everything is

them flocking in minutes
High level I never hit limits
Each week I go up in my digits
I don't back in corners don't ever forget it
I vaporize nigga

Feels like we talk less and less each week
Do you still any future in me?
Or are you hanging on to something that we used to be?
Feels like you don't

Finest

Rap on the finest beats, ain't got time to cheat
Since boyhood, wanted a dynasty
Don't wonder how I find time to sleep
I rest and also grind each

nights
Were something that made life
Just a bit sweeter each week
To Joel and Mason
It's never the same with
Out you two here anymore
Thank you for taking

themes each week

Reach me,

satisfactory


And I start craving 

And know I know I'm on your line

And I start racing 

don't know what's going through my

the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes

At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place — not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side.
But it stopped short — never

photograph, begged him to take any other
He said, 'There'll be more pictures, babe when I'm no longer away'
She wrote him letters each week, he read them over

I know your kids' faces
Like the back of my hand
And the sweet, shared spaces of a woman and a man
Though we're not close
Each week I'm in your home

How much?

JOHN
A basket full of sweets and chocolates, too
With more each week and all of it for you

MICHAEL
Candy! Candy!
Candy is my favorite thing

trappin
Service feinds opposite of crispy cream
Meth heads Tryna trade me some new each week
So many death threats
But they all pussy
Claim I'm a dead man

Lost in the rush, each week ends the same  
Immersed in a shameless world
The rhythmic pulse, the raving crowd
The only escape from my pride

Kulture Klub
And she knows what's up and she knows what's

New friends each week, playing Russian roulette (Uh)
Finger on the trigger, pow pow you dead
New

and TV/ with crazy dough each week/Eff you pay me bro is what we speak/forget Rosetta Stone/I’m out for cheddar Holmes/until I’m chilling by my pool living