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empty
Stuck inside a body that's aging

In my fake house
I thought I'd be cooler, oh
I wonder if I like me now

In between 23 and 13
The hourglass get's

Friends of Mine

The Guess Who

Wheatfield Soul

1968

would meet death and his soul would leave his body
And after having completed the 13 steps the condemned man was met by a giant cloaked figure
And with

This Train Keeps Rolling Along

The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

Acoustic

1994

All aboard in Montreal
I heard the conductor call
That old engine heaved a sigh
Suitcases and shuffling feet
I found my way to a windo seat
I

back
And I live in the back of the jungle
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Hear the siren, walk up, [*gunshot* *gunshot*] drive by
Shooters, looters, federal

you really wanna be at[01:01.73]We are your nightmares, We are your dreams[01:06.95]We are Satan, we are God, and everything in between[01:12.20]We are

all up for closure
Lumped in the one big dump for the culture
Pumped that my rhetoric jumps from the sofa
It cruises by
Just between you and I
Can’t

very good
They can never tell me where not to come I'm good in every hood
If they don't understand it by now ion think we'll never get it understood
Cuz

sabbatical, a bell is gettin' rung
Combustion in an engine, dynamite is where I'm from
Inkin' nasty with my pen and spittin' acid with my tongue

Ache from

and Bones separate from the rest we don't blend in 
Mentally we're in a different dimension
This rapping is easy we're sick of the weather 
Burdened by

Now the engine's gone, eight
Engines incapacitated by heat ray
All crashed
No more defenses
We annihilated the world before your very ears
And utterly

me by
I haven't felt my heartbeat in a while
Only that
The airports make me nauseous
I really hate to gossip
The coffee's been cold for hours
Tireless

On the crosswalk of Salmon
and Southwest 13th
Spaced through trees, rain
And wind repeatedly
The leaves are like dead bodies
Amongst people deleted

in the dark
Yeah you're revin on my engine
Every time i hit start
I got one for you
Got one for me
Theres a whole lot goin on
Between two seats

Take

face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th

girl she is tougher than the rest
This engine cuts mountains into dust
We'll blow past whatever there's left
Out there in the wild

to the test
It does a drive by in 13 seconds it gets the job done
It's not just for fun
Duck and cover when these bullets are flying
Watch them hover when all

'Til your son jumps into your arms
Cut off the engine then sped off in a Wraith
I'm on the dash with my bible in the trunk
Had the vodka on the top
How

Of this spiritual ware fare, my soul is on fire
I feel like being a writer
Made me a pariah
Certain days I'm getting high just thinking of Myra
Rest In

of a rapper's abilities
cbilities accumulated by practicing diligently
In the pursuit of celebrity, frustrated eventually
cnd then applied flexibly to a different

ya before you think to consider another course instead
The Ford is revving up the engine to take you to the quarry to rest
Wait, there's more -

or hell God rest my soul

I been here a long long time 
Watching the days roll by

Don't you know under it all
There's a fine line between the darkness

Don't make a mess
Don't be depressed
No more rest I'm coming in hot
Almost got caught by a cop
For the dank shit that i just bought
I know my car reeks

Grown by throwing all these weak drafts away 
How the scratches turn to passages then back to scratches
It's a balancing act between tracks of passion

Grown by throwing all these weak drafts away 
How the scratches turn to passages then back to scratches
It's a balancing act between tracks of passion