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up or I am down
I can count on him being around
He's my black dog; my constant friend
He will be there until the bitter end

That old black dog; that

off your lazy ass then who gone feed the kids
I'm disgusted with you niggas
Really at my bitter end
Grown ass jits still can't stand the rain who turned

there right by your side

Through thick and thin
To the bitter end
I see you standing next to me

You’ve earned your peace
So breathe in deep, be at ease

invested is infinite
And that’s why
I’ll be down till the end of time
Tried to tell em that it’s underground for life like
Six feet at least
When I preach

Good to Be in Love

Babyface

Grown & Sexy

2005

everyday that you got love
In the end at least you got someone
Ain't it good to know, that its good to be in love
So put your hands up, realize, recognize

and flames of a bitter heartbreak
The consuming wrath of your hands
The icy winds that froze my heartache
Forever in time, by your plan

Lady, you're taking me

have reached the bitter end of 
a rope that's fraying love.
So tell me
what it is
tell me what it is you're so afraid of.

Shake the fear, come on (my

issues and wars for the ruling class
The true sin is ignorance and kissing their ass

What have you done
There's death on your hands
You had her by

I've lost

By yourself I leave your side
Burn in hell as I let you die
All alone I watch you cry
Meet the end of your worthless life
The apex of your

living well real healthy
I'm doing real good with this hand life dealt me

We all got demons that we holding in a shadowbox
But Time passes by they eroding

Bitter sweet is bitter still, no more second chances
You roll your stone on up that hill alone
A man who lives with his regrets, And never takes his

in, cross the line, enter by your own; there is no way out
Pain and fear, bloody tears; screams of vengeance

I, I am, the wind, that blows in

Parklife ['Best Of' Version]

Blur

Summer

1996

intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some

Times I wanna spend with you
Never wanna end with you
And if I had to I'd always remember you
Cause you gon' be the one or you gon' be the one that

taste of defeat
For these are the rumours and whispers of war!

When all that is left tastes bitter as gaul
You were grace and salvation tainted by

and awakened by bitter caffeine
My insomnia screams
you were not meant for me
Sleepless nights are common now
But it seems only a minimal amount is what my mind

Team by team reporters
Baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low playing, fine, then
Uh oh overflow, population common food
But it'll do save

Expose the fake, first they feed you lies and then control your plate 

Ignore the lames, if they don’t feel inspired by your growth, they snakes

Bros

in the end
Did you captivate your needs or lock away the hand that feeds? 
Do you belong or are you wrong? 
Did you know it's all just rock n' roll?

teach page one start the lesson
You talking too much lil nigga
You gone talk yo self out yo blessings
Never bite the hand that feeds always wash yo hands

Shouting into the emptiness 
Created by a misplaced love
We've given to the things 
That we created to fill the emptiness
Save us from this

Give us

with hate fed by the ignorance that feeds you.  I gave you my trust now I give you the finger. The look in your eyes. A bitter end's final embrace.

tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this
Trifle some violence because they asked me to end this
Some trouble that I caught 'cause I was noisy
A nigga tried to take

prose
Who am i not to know- (i know that fuck)

Existence projects it'self
Through multi-channeled
Bridges to ostensible ends
I carry Freud's movement