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thousand times
'Til one day you wake up and you're out of time

Feels bad man
The up and down of the emotion broke my loading hands
Replaced my legs

Eyes wide and my hands tied as I burn down
Darling, I've been freaking out

Are you reading my eyes 'cause somewhere down the line
I lost it
Shall

of reflections
Can't take rejection, I can't do this no more
Been abide by the pussy till I can't take no more
Bitches tied up my time, I couldn't give them no

"Freedom pass" is bundle of lies
Planes are spraying weird stuff throughout the skies
And no one's quite sure what that's doing
Random numbers determine what

Secret Splendor

Buck 65

Man Overboard

2001

in the promised land
So the precedent is modified

God itself decides the phenomenom fairly fantastic in nature
Happens very rarely by standards

hands
They are tied
And the noose won't loosen
I wouldn't wish this
On my
Worsted of enemies
Cursed to search
For what should be
Right in front of me

go and leave me o yea
I've been tryna keep it on me yea
Telling you to stay by my side
Looking up at the sky
It's been dark times
I've been tryna walk

Save Yourself

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

wanted was a getaway
I'ma take a chance by letting a brook slide for what I got in my hands
I can not agree to follow a leader while on the borderline

the beat is when it knocks
Out of your hand; clocks
Go round the medicinal physician tied up; say doc
Take an exam between your hands
Arranged finger

all that drama you been tied to
And embrace the inner peace that’s inside you
And let good vibes increase that’s what my rhyme do
I’m sitting by

groomed by the block
Started putting in work
Bitch I was groomed by the block
Had my hand in the pot
We was getting that guop
I was groomed by the block
I

her crack
By the time her Yoni is seized
She's thoroughly soaked
I slow stroke
My tongue
Along her swollen lips
Going from her clit
Right up

Yeah

Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightning clapping
Raining on my window pane and praying I make something happen
A preacher's

Rolling Home

Peter, Paul and Mary

Album 1700

1967

is still

Time with so much truth to kill
Leaves you by the window sill so tied
Without a wing, to take you high
Without a clue to tell you why

Now, I

That was quick, in the pic I can see y’all holdin’ hands
Does he know yo hand was strokin’ on my dick last night under my pants?
All yo friends screamin'

want if your lucky
All locking you in, no choice is free

Take your place, my hands are tied
Fall in line,  my hands are tied
Like those before, my hands

Life’s too short
To play games
Who are mine
I need to know what is real
So I don’t waste my time
Giving my love
To someone that’s cool
Cause I plan to give

Gone Fishin'

Bing Crosby

Best of the Decca Years, Vol. 1: The Singer

1989

Instead of just wishin'

Papa Bing (yeah, Louie?) I stopped by your place a time or two lately
And you weren't home either!
Well, I'm a busy man, Louie,

to plan it
But the dreams are real
Fly around the planet
Sip on sweeter things
As I understand it
Live by lesser means
But have greater standards
Take

raise ya standards, I take you out
We got bags like what drought?
Red guts with the black out
Man fuck humble, imma show out
My slip ons are gucci now

down mine
Recalled my standards just in time

You think you're June and Johnny Cash
Doesn’t look like fated love, just looks like a sinner’s match

To live, to live, to live

I'm free from the world's standards
For a time of blessed revival
My heart and soul are ready
For love, your love, your love

Hand me down
 R.e.s.p.e.c.t
You won't get from me 
Got a graveyard  
Damn u bodied everybody 
Can't settle like Ciara
Love dem body parties
You

a fashion 
Light u up like a lantern 
Im raising the standards 
Are we humans or Dancers 
So Help Me lord I cant help my self To kill all 
My rivals. To free