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Fairy tale was all a lie
You got me addicted to something
By making me feel I was nothing
Pick your poison, many choices
They destroy us, drown our voices

Navigator

The Pogues

Trilogy

2006

to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this

passed it to her last thing she'll see before waking up
Strong dank leave your main bitches with throat aches
One of em half bakeing, half dressed cause

that gold toothes
Old Gucci, new Gucci
Make you upgrade your booty
Whipping up that Hootie and the Blowfish
I’m getting to it chain cost a brick

get it
When I'm riding I'm gripping I hope that I'm forgiven
For the choices and decisions I made give me a pick and a shovel
I'm just paving the way

contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by

they always tryna milk me like a half pint
Its ok cuz now im tricky like a half pipe
Ask ya girl bout last night
You be thinkin dat you electric you

forever be movin' forward
On a too big tour bus with stupid choices
Your tunes just bore us with stupid noises
auto tuned voices and an awful chorus

My

and eloquent
You niggas gon' notice when
You inspired for relevance
A different man but still'll send
Killers inside your residence (Blatt)
Just tap my shoulder

in the atmosphere

( dark wicked images): 
Look a severed head and a dead body comes back to life pick up it's head and by the light of the blood red

you one more time pick a side
Pick a side
Girl just pick a side
Be my wife pls don't break my heart yeah
Do you love love me or your ex
I ask you one

songs about this topic alone
Written all by me and this demon I'm on
Can't help but feel that I haven't won
Can't make any choices cause I'm just the son

what they cosign
If it's by them, what I'm defined
I should make it rhyme all things align in a perfect line
Chased down by the time
Which side to pick

You want to see the drama or the problems I got many
Many people making up rumors to offend me
Your choice to believe it or not, like Ripley's
Is

yeah; don't fool yourself, you won't be missed
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Pick it up, pick it up, heat up the pace as I burn you alive, start with your

will make your head hurt if it's one that's hollow
Well-read like novels written by K'wan Foye
Haters wanna hit but their making the wrong ploy
I be

Straight player, yeah I think I got that from my father (uh)
Coupe don't cost a half a mil', dawg don't even bother
Catch-catch me with the gang, gang, I'm

anything, you hire me to

Now ain't you somethin'
So high and mighty wif your muscles
Just go ahead, boy and pick up that hammer
Pick up the hammer

He said,

Gunga Din

Jim Croce

Facets

1966

me where I bled
An' he gave me half a pint of water green
It was crawlin' and it stunk
But of all the drinks I've drunk
I'm most grateful

lay
In a sidin' through the day
Where the heat would make
Your bloomin' eyebrows crawl
We shouted, "Harry by"
Till our throats were bricky-dry
Then

together by your B-day
I told them just don't go out sad or be no cheapskate
I wanna see you on the building out on Peachtree
Yeah, yeah

Half

Area, f**kers we proper
Open you up if you got a problem
Uh uh, born in California
Clean your clock, open your can of tuna
Make a choice to see the hail

gotta go back, way back, like
Back in time

We going back, back, forward
Always looking past where I brought it
The choice is yours, you can let it pass

right in your mind?
Oh, wait, that's me, I'm at least one half
Just reach for me, you know I'm the light you can grab
I can heal your wound when you're