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on their chest
Real nigga
I ain't never been A fraud
Left hand on the bible
Right hand up to God
Raised by the og's
Young nigga in charge
You ain't know much

The engine immediately turning
Pushing between them
Firing bursts,
Not known consciously by the dreamer
Got up from the sofa
And managed to throw his hands out

strength is slipping
It got to my head, now my blood is dripping
I'm being drowned by my tears but there's nothing I can do
So I ask of you

Take my hand
I'm

and it go up
I be rolling dossier, my hand on my cojones
I don't middleman, I be locking in with the owners
Sticking to the plan, now it's fans that wanna

When seven gentlemen
On stolen mares rode in
No one suspected foul play
Seeking supper and a bed
They were amply fed
By a granger with a loft up in

you know we on gold
Roll up on me, you know I'ma blow
I'm stacking on hand, that's some chasing and gold
I'm smoking the Za , I got it for cheap
I'm

game, my hand was rigged by you
Living in this fucking town has made me such a fool
Everyone's just so stuck up and rich and fat buffoons
You're going

got the keys to the crown 
Seems like we got the keys to the crowd
When the lights go up and the speakers are loud
See their eyes roll back from

wisdom, and your spirit, and your right hand over me
Constantly I'm falling short, that's not a place you'll let me be aye
I couldn't save nobody, surely

Cross the states LA to Key West
And be spontaneous
Gas up the car road
Pack up the load
Enjoy the time spend

Former dates while holding hands
Filled with

I've been feeling broke
You see I'm giving you my hand
So please don't let me go
She told me that I make her wet
Just by the way I float
I treat my baby

up it only cause them corrosion
That's why we stay quiet but inside we fighting a riot
This the realest shit I ever wrote you should go try it
Boy I

Fall asleep and wake up, like you from the waist up
Don't you ever change up, got me nights and days up
First thing in the morning, never ending

what they say, if you ain't having shows, then you getting have a show
Fabric by the hands of Zeus
You seen what he did to his own son
Now put your head

Need to Be clone Sometimes
By Brad Dassey
3/18/2023
 

VERSE 1
We need to be alone sometimes 
Need to let our mind unwind
Need to re-think
cll

I could take you to the moon
I could show you all the stars
We could leave by noon
We could have a new start
Baby take my hand
And trust me
I dont

Yo punk ass bitch, sit down
Shut your mouth, I'm the
Cemetery killah coming
Right from the south
Bitch, I lay by the crypt
Bitch, I'm so underground

voice was a heaven send
And when I fell you picked me up

Pacing
Deliberating
I'm goin
Back and Forth and Back and Forth
Taste it
By the way it looks I'm

What I've done
Can't be erased
Hands in blood
Face to face

Why don't you do me a favor and disappear
Or I can cut you a smile from ear-to-ear
I

Put your hands up, everybody go crazy
All she knows how to do is get that cash, cash, cash
Hopefully by the end of the night I, I get some ass, ass, ass

fucked up
Record another
Diss track
Got that bad bitch thing
I know that she listening
Baby take my hand
Let's kill all them big pricks
Big pricks
Big

Promise me that you will stand
Upon the highest mountain top with your head and hands held high

And once you have kissed the sky
Been swept up by the by

but I can pull up with bout 4 niggas
I heard yo team left you with no hand you ain got no niggas
Ajax in my hand I can't leave no prints
You might lose

you can see it on my face

Don't wanna be a wait, just wanna be great Got some people gon' hate, tryna get in my way
Fuck it, I spice up, this shit by