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as unrelated
Because there was
Something extra in the OORT
There always is
I can't put my
Finger on what it is
Maybe what it is
Can't be understood
By someone

Yeah twelve for the sons of Israel
To raise them by two but then
Watch so many fall to evil
Over paying ten per cent

I am not an artist
Home is where

Fool's Gold

UFO

Covenant

), the weasels and the feared
(and it's so wrong not to see? ), the ghosts of the disappeared
All gone away...

(instrumental)
Sometimes, when I'm

Shots in an alley
What was that?
Loud screeching tires
cnd smoke in the back
I kick down the front door
I'm here for what's mine
I don't consider it

The Fever (Aye Aye)

Death Grips

The Money Store

2012

up

I got the diamonds, scrapin'
Sidin', wastin' my life
In altered states dem
Back it up

I got the fever

Let me off, screeching halt

It go pop pop
Pop pop (Pop pop)
Pop goes the fucking weasel

it, I'm just staying down
Niggas lame, don't bring him, he not allowed
This for the fam, I'm just tryna make em proud

This for the rain, I've been

it, Fifa
I need a slice of that pussy, pizza
Ooh pop there go that weasel
Took yo hoe shopping we just got some sneakers
I'm geekin I'm geekin I'm

cheapened by the crevices you forced them to keep it
Hide it in
Opposed to your blood diamond ring
When the white bird sings, she cries
Like bloody murder

and gone, my spirit, a spear in it
Wanna get close to earth, Inuit, into it perhaps
The demons they come attack and laugh
My friends and fam tell me, "Just

must've been made by an angel, I start pressing on her leaf
Yeah, I let shawty feast, not gonna lie, I didn't feel grief
She don't wanna do it outside,

scenesters,
Slumming it from their house in Hampshire. 

If I wanted trilby's I'd watch Emmerdale,
I want rock & roll, not a mid 50's male. 

Don't look

a safe
I ball, too many numbers ain't
Shopping at the mall

She thought it was real poof
I do not feel you
I do not stargaze there's stars in the coupe

and she know that it's zaza
She don't know when I am coming or leaving
All she know that she be calling me big poppa
She call me daddy, haha, but I am not

It runs the width nation
Through Western USA
On the map it starts somewhere near Bakersfield
Dead ends somewhere in WA
It cuts through mountains

education

And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by

Sorry, no one's home (Where'd he go?)
Or so it would appear (I don't see)
Trust us, you're alone (Unlock the door)
But there's one thing you should fear

So we finna blow up like combustion
All my niggas finna be up
No discussion
See, that pussy gettin' beat up
No concussion
Hit it like a drive by
I die

was to blame
So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place

This is not enough
This is not enough to prove it yet
No, I need to hit the bottom

intended

Run to the bank got no one to thank
I'm taking the gold and then walking the plank
Fucking with me then you will not survive it
Larger than life

to be done
Sometimes it keeps me up all night
Something about "sipping wine up in Napa"
I don't really get it, but he's not as bad as he seems
And we've

Loved the concrete
It was free
Intrigued by the hustle he would Pursue
Learned the game from his pops He taught him everything he knew
From breaking down

and be themselves
Needеd help to heal but nevеr got it
See we were failed
Sound asleep, they had our homes surrounded
And we were jailed cops use your

My heart is screaming, 
I see it fading, 
I must be dreaming, 
Or breathing wrong, 
But this is not true that I am hurt, 
You have pushed me enough