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They say that God won't ever give
You more than you can handle
So what are we calling this?
Hope was never my strong suit
So you'll have

Yooo I gets ferocious
You better know this
Super Califragilstic Expialidocious
My Lord is where my hope is
I focus on the hopeless
That's why I wrote

swirls
Cause success is what an individual seeks
So with every song that I drop and every syllable I speak
I hope I get to the top, but I hope my skills

and hope that the love shine through
My resolve lives in you
Calculating the woven mathematical pattern that considers every part of our world 
Is just

a sad song
Aww look at this little boy pitiful
Crying louder than my syllables terrible
How the very capable admirable
Matt Zephyr can afford to have

nod, cuz if not for him
I prolly never woulda thought that I could get brought in
Submissive and divisive as a hijab
Doin my job just by pissin off

Primetime by Ye n Jigga but I configured my iTunes
To skip the minutes of silence
I'm technologic reliant
The government movin suspect but covid got me

Y'all remember a guy that's been trapped in a maze by a violent rivalry?
Well he elevated from such an early song to a higher enlightenment

at my disposer

Man i crave that self exposer 

Had a girl i hope she good, i never really got to know her

Blades of grass all on my skin, i look

I make moves like powered piston
Tracks so hot you'd think I'm satan
I don't hate my foes, I kiss them
No homo tho, yo I'm straight man
Swag drip out

I’m gonna make myself my wife
I met a man with a machine
And I gave him DNA freely
And I hope you get the picture
I’m in the duplicator
By my own side

by Matt Collins, Jonathan Monk
© 2023 Christian Family Chapel, Miller Row Publishing

on the cross pierced his side, slide
He's coming back with fierce eyes, surprise
Like surprise
No compromise
Like surprise
No fear in my eye
Like surprise
No

John gotti the street goat, and they already know cuz I give all the streets hope 

Free my big cuzin he locked in a cell 
I'm mad as a bitch they give

a wormhole
Angkor, a lost nation

Red marks across my face
A killer beat like Kratos
Matt Damon, I'm the Martian
Here to steal your potatoes

Stumbled across

The Hit Song

DJ Format

Music for the Mature B-Boy

put my cards down and hit these..hot buttons
"-Matty?- it's matt let me ask you something mate
I just come from london you know we're meeting with

the true hope
Got my vision cleared like a new scope
Now His blessings got me on overload
Big barbecue I want all the smoke

No joke
Every time my feet hit the synthetic rubber
Of a track
The world behind me is muted
Replaced by a crowd, cheering
Sssooooo invigorating

There's a girl in my head
I'd like to send a message
When you hold out your heart
We both learn our lesson

Now you're holding out hope
I guess there

sporadic and savage I'm so blunted
Nomadic with no luggage
Passing thru traffic thru whole summers
Bagging up bags so that's both of us
Devoted my hopes

Ni66a want bread better ketchup
Fuck a drive by
We do a step up
Where ni66as get up on them
And stand up on top
Hope his white tee don't get messed up
I'm

somethin' up my sleeve, I just hope that you'll like it
Wouldn't say that my style comes off as the brightest
But my spot in the industry is nothing but

Things done changed since Matt died
And Keith Gotti too I'm missing my guys
Lot of lives lost too many just to mention
Seeing young men being

of the feeble freaks who we would leave for dead 
It's my anxiety lying quiet inside of me 
Hiding right in silence, defiant of life, and tryna keep 
Me by myself