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been lonely before, but I never felt so all alone
In a house filled with strangers, and there's no paper in the john

When I got the invitation from my

Is the day all hope died

Legend goes that he skipped town
Made a mess then got bored
He's still out there, somewhere
But that town thanked the Lord
So

knows that I've always been real with it
You gotta be stupid if you ain't feeling it
Been hurt so bad that I could never feel again
You do not fuck with

to the hurting(Nah)
I been by my lonely(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
No you cannot hold me(No, no, no)
Legend in the making balling hard just like I'm Kobe(Fasho, sho, sho)
I

he had no other way
And that he got hit for anything, even bad grades
So he stayed, he endured things people shouldn't
Stayed safe in his brain with

for the stars, she is my gun
She's so bomb, I call her a bad one
See Casey Gucci killer figure
SBs and Nike Maxes

There's only one beer left
Rappers

on time
Shit what's the chance of that
But I already knew
So you aint gotta answer that
Cuz if I die now
Shit, I'm already a legend
If i die now
Shit, Im

tomorrow's gone
The music plays
They're all our song
And we slow dance
A burning room
Guess  you was John
I mirrored you 

Who hurt you boo?
Bad enough for you

on Juice
WRLD on drugs
All of the legends be dying so young
Wish you were here for twenty-one more

Young brown bad vibes
Whole squad fly now
Set a goal too

rolls on a second from death row
Death row records a legend and debts owed
Get bowled over allegedly, yet so
I met no better and veterans better know
I

Relax Your Mind

Loon

Bad Boys II

2003

With no mercy, niggaz don't know I'm so thirsty
Sticks and stones break bones but don't hurt me
Niggaz want to clap they chrome but won't murk me
Niggaz

Jim

King Missile

The Psychopathology of Everyday Life

2003

writhing in agony, and just then Jack, Jane, and John (not me) walked by. But they didn't recognize him, so they did nothing. They could have saved him, but

Blunt Ashes

Nas

Hip Hop Is Dead

2006

today, this man lost his son, his son died
So he had him cremated, took his ashes
And then made it into a diamond ring
Now he watch his son shine every

to change
Not speaking seems so strange
Who or what's to really blame
And it hurts hearing your name

You'll always be my brother
I can feel tears from our

Jack the Toad

Savoy Brown

Jack the Toad

1973

a little bit high
He'd been drinking and smoking
And he thought he was so fast
He made the last move
And that was the last move he made

Bad, bad news, he

Ten years on
I still dream and we still hesitate
The passion's all but gone
Oh dear john
Seems we have a bad day every day
I want to sleep my life

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

The Supplement Tape

1990

the afternoon, Sunday, Monday...
Funny Cars!
Walnut!
Friday
City of Industry...
Big John Mazmanian!

So when the phone rang
In the secret briefcase,

nothin', yeah
Now I'm on a mission to the money
Now excuse me while I count all these hundreds
I don't even count that shit by a hundred no more
Count

Dear John, I want you to know I'm sincere
Nothing else would make me happier
Than to know you're doing well

You're in deep so young you were taken

passin' your hoe we on the same thang
If you not there then we kickin' your door
My bitch so bad she drinking the four
Beat it up beat it up beat the pot

Yeah welcome to my city, fuck yo girl and grab her titty, being felt up by six niggas up in dat kitty, so keep on talkin' and we'll leave your life

are walking around damn they make me say yuck (yuck yuck)
For who would bear the whips and scorns
Of being cucked by a bitch that shit hurt worse than

life just went bad
I bet you felt that
You'd never be the same again

Have you ever been hurt so deep
You toss and turn
Every night can't sleep
Too hurt

only last
When you dig deep inside
Push through the pain and hurt
That can eat you alive
Don't lose your stride or grip
Your fighting for the will