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that
Still we get it tatted it on our bodies
By the tear ducts
That's how we keep track
But that ain't me see I was blessed to see
Many things and travel

of veal to me spam tastes real
I'm bizarro and brilliant making tens of millions
I'm chillin on your farm killing sheep by the billions
I'm willing to be

bells, what a beautiful sound
Better get yourself back home for dinner, fore the sun goes down

Built a treehouse out in the woods with a couple kids, my

sound
Those train tracks are so astoundin'
People all around me
Skokie swift bound
Headphones poundin'
Feelin' so grounded
King of this town
I was lost,

and became my choice of a weapon
Helped me channel my aggression
Piano my confessions in the keys of the blessings
Others capping ain't no lying here
Raised by

Back Roads Of My Mind [Studio]

Southern Raiders Band

You Gotta Rock the House

2017

IN LINE
OUTSIDE THE CHURCH HOUSE IN OUR SUNDAY'S BEST 
THE DOORS WOULD OPEN AND WE'D MARCH UP THE STEPS 
PREACHER TAUGHT ME ABOUT JESUS 
HIS DAUGHTER

to the oats/that’s the bread/ got to feed/ my people like Jesus tho/ by any means/ we go win through this quarantine/ ain’t no I in Team/ that’s the difference from

Super humble and hella nice
Raps so dope fans slam 'em till their body map's an injection site
Double-check the Jesus piece, make sure my resemblance

a backpack full of crack and was sellin' hits for money
But you didn't cut me no slack when you found out you threw it away
You put me back on track, gave me

problem/
Feel it we like demons Jesus, Holy Ghost and the father/
That Gas on e steaming cleaner then the inside of that henny bottle/
Pedal to the floor I’m

all there lives for still born babies
No ifs and or maybes
Give me a taco jesus you can't save me
My alarm clock be gun shots
My alarm clock be gun

through Jesus
He came and died for you

All that I see inside of me anxiety
All that I need to find my peace is
Christ the King
All that I see inside of me

Larson my dear 
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual 
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals 
Livin by the medical like i don't

circus sideshow freakshow
Better keep it discrete and hide
It from these people

But one day on his way to
Falafel King for some lunch
He was approached by

a coward now
You see how I dress, how I flex
Tell me how I sound

I've built this from the ground up
No label couldn't clown us
Remember being down bruck

to me
Let me just do what I do
Leave me alone, man. Just pray for me
Loved my sinning
Living without no limits
Wickedness indiscriminate
Prison of my

collapse
Just be me and shorty riding in that thing all black
Every time I hit the FM it be same old raps
Niggas love to follow lead they sound like

Yo, Bugzy Malone, twenty-one, dun know
(Sound To Your Mind) (Gotcha)

I'm going in to war mode and that means I'll do what the fuck I wanna (yeah)