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Eric was a good kid and never broke a law
He wants to give up, having thoughts of suicide
Made a deal with the devil, now it's hard to break ties
Eric

Hungover in church again
Smelling like smoke and gin
Hard to hear about wrong and right
When you're still hurting from Saturday night

I know when to sit

Another Sunday morning, hungover and blue
Smellin' like cigarettes and beer
My mouth is dry, got bloodshot eyes
And my head splittin' in two
Church

the freaks
Eating boneless wings
Trop called him pederico
Pop gushy, pop clicquot
Puffin leak on the church steeple
Creeps slow on the Willem Dafoe -
Looking

Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm

My Melody

Eric B. & Rakim

The 18th Letter/The Book of Life

1997

Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm

Church
Have you ever found yourself trapped
Stuck in the dark all by yourself
And nobody got your back
Can't go right
Can't go left
Yeah it's all sad

feeling souped up like I sniffed a line of Folgers house I mean Maxwell
Cats ask if Fred Laps can rap well I'm glad you asked hell
I can kick a hot line

feeling souped up like I sniffed a line of Folgers house I mean Maxwell
Cats ask if Fred Laps can rap well I'm glad you asked hell
I can kick a hot line

Twin Hype Back

Prince Paul

Run the Jewels

2013

habits, without sin I'd probably hate life

This is dope as that hard white you stuff in a crack pipe
A hit of this, a kid with Tourrets will chill out

(pardon me)
Full up on they neck 'cause they never Eric Garner gonna breathe
I know they confused, they thought believers could not agree

My comment

I wake up in the afternoon
Hungover over
From all the partying
That I do
All these women and them drugs
That give me meaning
Is so cool
Yeah

Drugs

feel
Rest in peace Trayvon, Micheal, Sandra Bland
Eric Garner death of the young black innocent
They shoot us with our hands up
Handcuff us and beat us

high
Or say “I'll call you back” cuz I'm too distracted
I'm paralyzed by the 9-5
Caught up in the world
Caught up in my mind
No music I'm busy
Been so

put on by Saratoga presbytyrian church every Friday night at 6:00 Pm
Free movies and popcorn, movies like titan etc
Please come visit
Miss you
These

wanna show the world that this shit
Can be done by your motherfuckin' self
So watch me do me let the BandPlay

Church, Church
Church, Church, Church

Fall in my head what you find is a dealer[00:15.38]The sig is a fully I step triple times like adidas[00:17.79]The trap is a church the trap is

can dine out on those Fridays
A Donna/Eric ship, yeah a for man wants that
Feelin' so God blessed, word up to Chris Prat
Stayin' loyal is the mission

Yeah!
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Pastor Pat
Mr. Lenon
It's the Dawc
Yeah we finna take em' to church
Amen
Yo

Take em' to church
Take em'

I'm haunted by the ghost of us dancing five feet above my bed
So I lay awake
Drunk on a memory, hungover from the misery
The face I'm seeing in

on a lie
It was made up
By a so-called prophet guy
I wrote a whole rap
About the story I was told
But now I know a bit more
Sit back and behold

Joseph Smith

good roads put fuel for our stoves make everywhere heaven nwornda see levels
chei oga lei take the bull by the horn stand up start to work action pass

Boulevards grilling hard, still things ain't changed
Is we supposed to leave the hood or is we supposed to refrain
Tryna play that Eric Spoelstra era post King

mate just the pie and the Gatorade, that's it'
Cheers

Just trying to fuel up so I can scrape by
Get my two and five in my Gatorade and pie

Hungover