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lets meet at Heathrow
Thoughts inside my head I know are evil
But I can never speak those
I don't think its me no
Running laps for the money say yeah

I'm doin' fine, and I'm okay. But I ain't slept for days
Cus my eyes are seeing double, and my mind's a little weary
In my on mind, in my own way

And I wonder are you thinking bout me too

What would you do if I said lets try again
Would it make sense to you right now
How would you feel if my love

You believe me
There's no mountain high enough 
That together we can't climb
I believe you are here for me and I am here for you
I will sing it out

once you feel the power inside, you'll probably abide
All the differences that are keeping you aside
From every other person telling you other wise
Keep

tonight

Tonight it feel so endless, so high I won't come down
I left the world behind me and the clouds are all around

Tonight I'm gettin' higher

Now the days which you have spent alone are gone
It felt like howling on the moon
The wounds of once, most of them have healed
So you, you can slowly

You are a ghost never seen never heard
While all you did was destroy my world
That's only when the sun goes down that you see 
The dirt and the bones

just press pause

Loving yourself is a hard thing to do
Even if it feels like nobody wants you
You have to see your flaws and own it
You are not your

What are you doing Stalin
My friend dont worry I will still be your ally company
Okey so what will u do 
With your friends polish compadres
Oh please

out retuned
I can't tell if this love is real or fake I need that confirmed
One day all of y'all are gon' be on my wave like a perm
I'm just wondering

Can you tell me something true that I'll believe in?
Even if the cuts are deep, they leave me screaming 
Show me secrets girl don't hide your

you can't tell that this ain't real

So tell me are you proud?, even though I strayed away (even though I strayed away)
Or do you feel resentment,

That's what funny bout  Hypocrisy 
The ones supposed to have my back are calling me a wannabe 
Do you know what it's like 
To put your heart and your soul

alone with myself even goin' to bed
My pieces are made of other people's pieces
My frontal lobe is from some Russian acrobat
My hippocampus is, I can't

is really nobody like me
I don't know you, please stop acting like you are my G
Heard the pussy premium, but I got it for free
I can bring you in

flat brim hats
Dad Hats
Are the best kind of hats
Dad Hats
Dad Hats
Dad Hats

so oh no I ain't fenna stop
I think you the feds so oh no I ain't fenna cop
All my friends are dead and I'm just lucky I am not
Most my niggaz dead

industry you can't have anarchy
Cause everyone wants their name on the Biz Markie
Yo, some are long gone, where the gunshots cease
Eazy-E, 2Pac & Biggie

help but sense a little tension
And I can't help but stress
Are you good?
If not...

Start now, try again
I can lead the way
I'm here to help
I can make

Good love, it stirs
Flame at both end
Feel it burning through
Time and words
Are all I have
So give them all to you
Every song I sing
Every little

mental gears
I’m not slacking, I’m paralyzed
Not relaxing, I’m petrified
Everything fights for your attention when your senses are magnified
It’s

country like the fucking CMA's
We are the choir
Let it rain fire
Yes, I got the talent, hittas better off as buyers
Any hitta pressed could fight the urge

the Puerto Rican version of R&B, you know what I'm saying')
I'm coming coming coming
I'm coming coming coming
I, I, I, I