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the river.
The only lie I told ya was when I said that I was simple

Outta sorts, outta my lane and still on my way
Wakin’ up somewhere between Johnny Blaze

I spend my days with a glass and lime
Smoking weed far beyond the high
Yellow tapes at the scene of the crime
Two stabs, gun shots at the end

Every morning, eye conceals
What the night before reveals
By the mumble and the spiel
By the way your fate is sealed
And it fits into this great big empty

Cause bhris bugging up in broad day
I’m just getting money in like four ways
I never listen what a whore say
Cause her Uber waiting at the doorway
And i

that's the way it goes
I poured a whiskey glass with my callused hands
Asked myself could I be a better man
Tried to open up and speak, but they won't

the everything
And I don't want this rush to end
So let's take this moment by the horns
Raise your glass, sing a song
Live like it's last day on Earth
Do you feel

for someone to fill in your empty space
Tell me is it really love, if you have to ask if they'll stay
I stay out the way, and I keep lowkey
My head stay

On Labor Day morning the traffic uncoils
Into bike racks and brake lights and asphalt and oil It crawls off towards autumn and by afternoon

stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass, I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?

Those were

said make that mill'
Empty your pockets and you got zill
Say that he won't but I know that I will
Open the till
Yeah, I said make that mill'
Empty

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm

Drinking to forget the ways that you’ve gone and changed our lives
Only empty chairs around me
And I’m waiting for a sign 
Wishing for the betters day but

Looking like a boy not no grown ass man

Good news, I think I finally know Why, I did all of that dumb shit
Cause I was empty inside
Swallowed all them

Spring is on the way 

Radio Voice: it's ya boy JR Anthony with AFM Radio. It's about 102 degrees out here on this spring day but I've got something

don't do it much 'cos’ I'm shy"

I said "Eee by heck, does the keeper know that you can talk?"
He said "Nay and there’s one thing for sure
he's not going

Ayy

Its like déjà vu 
Looking round these Same views
Amused by the same goons 
Stuck in the same feuds,
Tryna win a battle that they think can't

Those Were the Days

Sandra Bernhard

Will Die for You

2005

the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never

just speak for free
You gotta pay the price
Checking on the time can barely tell
I'm blinded by the ice
Checking into a five star hotel
I flip that

I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe

and that's a steal

All I am is clay
Give it back that day
All I am is dirt
Show me what I'm worth
Heart's empty but for the blood
Give it up I would
Heart's

Roxanne, Roxanne

U.T.F.O.

Street Jams: Hip-Hop from the Top, Vol. 2

1992

From beginning to end and, to beginning
I never lose because I'm all about winning
But if I were to lose, I wouldn't be upset
Cause I'm not a gambler,

And by the end of the day will we fail?
Talking to a looking-glass
I swear they all think I'm insane
Singing to an empty hall
I know your ghost lingers in

and you both knew
And, that's just the end
A young soul, treadin' with a soft heart
Reflections of my father's past, way less tragic
But tragedy is held

So you order an empty shot glass to go with that half full bottle of wine
He's singing a new one
God is it already closing time?
Where is the ankle