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every chance we get, so much packing to do//
Passport pages lacking in space/
So much of the world to see, but I cant wait to come back to this place//
I

much for my own good
 
fold the corner of the page
So the ink won’t fade
Any memories made
With you
 
Ive got a lot of love to give maybe too much
I like

ain't bad weather
I know that i think too much for my own good

Fold the corner of the page
So the ink won't fade
Any memories made
With you

Ive got

living not getting by
Fuck em
If you snooping on a fake page
Fuck em
Showing love
Or really just throwing shade
Fuck em
Man, my body so pricey
My pussy so

Make Your Peace

Scarface

Balls and My Word

2003

If there's life after death, and if so, where we go
I often find myself involved in deep thought
I want to see is heavens a place like we thought

Dot, why did write these words?

They are your words, George
The words you uttered so often when you worked

"Order, design, tension,

each and every way
No there's nothing I'd change about ya
All I know, I can't live without ya
Every single every single day
So much love, you've given me

and box with them
They can do it every time
110kg you gotta fight with me
Same wength...
Wength?
No wavelength
No 
Same suspense
No 
Same ends that meet

Yo, I wrote this hook seven years ago[00:07.82]I kept it ever since[00:10.46]They're judging so often, put your dreams in a coffin[00:13.02]Full

an architect 

The five boroughs react and all the islands attract 
And every state can't wait, so they attack 
Off a spot on the floor, squeeze in 'cause

As the Rhyme Goes On

Eric B. & Rakim

Paid in Full

1987

an architect 

The five boroughs react and all the islands attract 
And every state can't wait, so they attack 
Off a spot on the floor, squeeze in 'cause

Full beauty and pain but I never regret 
All the lames that went right 
So I took to the left 
I still try every week like the lottery 
Never got  any

on these printed
Pages so many of
These tomes read like treatments
For Lifetime biopics
With their pat anecdotes and
Cosily reductive homilies

I’d so much

remember the accursed
Serpent who slithers has
Wicked ways in every page of scripture
When mentioned
Pay attention to whispers and loud talkers
Are in no

Take the flame to this here bridge
Fuck validation at the cost of toxicity
Every second
That's how often thoughts get to me
'Bout to let 'em go though

I keep twisting stories in my hands and I keep seeing different angles
Page 1 I am thankful, page 2 I am angry, page 3 I am mangled and oh so tangled

often
Saw what I needed to by watching you blossom

You couldn't find the time to give to me
You didn't baby
Now every time you speak I just retreat

Charizard the blunt
Gas so loud it got the neighbors fuming
Move round so often people know me in every town
Who is you? Cause I'm the kid that came

the hole

Waller opens another page harley Quinn
The Harley icon and laughter are heard
As we cut to a
Wet Harley having her mugshot taken
By the Gotham

Winds of the Old Days

Joan Baez

Diamonds & Rust

1975

they're made of stone
A savior's a nuisance to live with at home
Stars often fall, heroes go unsung
And martyrs most certainly die too young
So thank you

on a different page (Page)
You and me together everything at ease
I'm asking please
Girl have you forgiven me
Because I know to often I said the wrong thing
But I

made me a man
Somehow someway it led me to this page
Somehow, somehow someway nothing led me astray, astray
What events led me right here
I'm making

asunder
Too often trumped, despite our strength in numbers

A partner, pardoning apartheid
Outlined by pages clipped from a calendar of the Far Side
Don't

Minding my business stayin' low
Gettin more money was the main goal
But once all the bills got paid for
I still felt whack I'm afraid so
Guess I gotta act