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trust in You alone

My saving grace, my endless love
Deeper and deeper, I'm falling in love with You
My one desire my only truth
Deeper and deeper I'm

FREE!!!

LOl!!!
Yeah I'm out on my own
I turned off my phone
No contact with the outside world
I'm in my own little place

(Pre Chorus)
I'm racing

Minaj, ayy
You know, when I do it like I get the tambourines
I get the whistles, I get all that
You know what I'm sayin', like
I might put some

I don't want our love to be like a song,
Just long enough to hang a memory on.
I want tomorrow's sunrise to be,
for us the dawn of history.
I'm not

sweet
But they don't know you
Quite like I do
I guess they think
I'm a lucky guy
But you're not fooling
Everybody

You can have my credit card
Baby
But

Remember me, I'm the one who hurt you, dear

Hurt you, hurt you, dear

Remember me, I'm the one who loved you, dear

Loved you, loved you, dear

took the water back, order, go to Iraq
And get a car with gas and tell them crackers, "War with that"
All I need is an automatic, tick, boom
I'm

friend got class, that kind of girl
to make her whole clique get mad
A dime piece, you could sit a cup on her ass
So now I'm trynna get past her girl

Yeah, yeah, around these parts I'm known as the youngest in charts
My ship bang off the trunk of your car
It's the cities know raps spiters send me

the tide

I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name, and I'm a flame
Flame, burning desire
That only your kiss
Put out the fire

For your

somethin' in me that 
'Til this day I don't know if I could be that (kyuh)
But I'ma die tryin', and when I'm done cryin'
Grab the iron, and black out like

I'm not gonna make it through
Something else, something new
I'm not gonna make you dream
Something sad, something mean
I'm not gonna make you through

Fold me up
Take me out
I'm portable
Fold me up
Take me out
I'm portable

I'm here on the road
I seem to have it all
We bolt it to the floor
Or we

woman let me be and leave me alone I wanna go home.

I'm Moving On:
(Hank Snow)

That big eight wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true lovin'

on
The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish
So I'm a hit cha like this
Early in the morning hop into the Be-n-z
I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid
Sittin' in my lap as I

They say that life ain't easy
They'll say your life's a crime
Destroy up all good reason
How I'm alive

They'll say that nothing matters
Not even

I know I break your heart
With everything I'm not
Don't ever give up on me
Remember that we're strong
And even as we fall
Don't ever give up on me

For once I'm at peace with myself
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on

I've lived in this place and I know all

workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next

you don't love me
(If you don't love me)
'Cause I'm in love with you

I told the doctor that I'm broken-hearted
And my temperature has risen

I was in the SL (uh-huh), ice on the bezel (okay)
I ain't mad at you lil' mama, you a sketel
I'm a winner, you that thing that start wit' a S-L

up meat, an empty way...
Dry tears...
Crisp flax squeaks tall reeds

Make a circle of gray in a summer way, around man
Stood on ground...

I'm trying

I'm that chico, they call mister 305 
(Mister 305) I'm from where they smoke dirty dirty,
they ride (Dirty ride) I'm that boy that don't let
nothing

Damn, it seems that always is somethin with the fuckin TV, man! 

I'm sorry! 

Motherfuckin' cable off 

Shit, I make it..., hey, bring me somethin