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anymore
On the cross he did it all
Eh eh eh eh eh

Your love it found me first
Got me through the test
You never let me go away
You never let me go astray

without a map 
Throw away the key and hang a rope to counter that 
So excuse me I won't fall in line to the whims of your design 
I've spent the last three

the moment they see you roll by 
Lurking round after the rave, thirsty the whole night

Like “Yo come chat to me babes, you’re looking so nice”
He don’t take

Honky Tonkin' Fool

Doug Supernaw

Encore Collection

1997

do this honky tonkin' fool
One favor when I die

Roll away my tombstone
Put this jukebox in its place
Make damned sure 'Your Cheatin' Heart'
Is

God protect her heart and keep her heart from getting crushed
Lord keep her away from all these ways that I've lied
Yes I broke a home broken down

learn to
And I sure do
Pray and pray
For a better future but I’ve got to take it day by day
I use all the love I can to push the hate away
I woke up

Set all I do is ride ain’t talkin public transportation 

I’m ill to death radiation levels of a cancer patient

If it’s I verse son (Iverson) every

inherits light
I wanna take a chance roll a pair of dice
And if i roll doubles that be very nice
But i'm real plagued by this wary mind
And feeling real

the morning till 4 in the morning

Take a break but I didn't eat a Kit Kat
Roll up the loud and put it in a zig zag
Don't blink twice cause your life might slip

my matress, & the rich
Is in the mansion getting away with all these taxes
Let's just fuck the middle classes and let's kill 'em by the masses
If they

broken nature away from the Son


Just a wind bag, Flexin’ rolls but you pull up last  , 
Cannot even pay for those children that you had  
Talk is cheap

on the ground Jesus, it's your son that I must confess
If that was all to it, all my sins would be at rest
Lord, send your spirit, I know you are my all
I'm stuck

you watch sippin' fine wine with
Breadsticks and goulash
I'm far far away from sardines and noodles
You'd ball hard too if all
Your life you lived

Momma, poppa told me, said, son you gotta go 
You gotta get out on your own you know
Move down the bayou and get a stretch of land
Raise a little

Havana Syndrome

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

Do you praise the sun giving the sunshine
Or is it The son of the most high
Two sides with no in between's
Is the code that we go by
I'm seeing too

Enters The Colossus

Mr. Lif

Enters the Colossus

2000

DJ back to find fatter loops
Oops
Those ain't the right ones
Ya sike son
Ya might run
But your whole squad'll get quite done
Whether it's nightime

sound like the drum
of a neighboring tribe,
absorb the vibe,
feels good close my eyes,
and swept out the loot
by the crisp night air,
I gotta stay aware,

away holidaying by the beachside
Doomsday clock ticking over to midnight
But sure, tell us this is all fine

THIS IS NOT FINE
When your house is on fire

around and checked your phones in the lobby
Eat a bullet
You can do it tonight
Take an hour-long nap by your car's exhaust pipe
Jump off a roof and let

New York Soul, Pt. 2

Jon Bellion

The Human Condition

2016

fuck boy chat
Don't be so impressed by all that fuck boy rap
This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that
See, my joy lies in the son and you

everything for New York

New Yorker in California
Packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx
She's in Kevin love with your man
Kyrie needed

grow
Feel like I'm locked away, I been opening up my cage door
Used to roll past the bank but now I'm watching the bank rolls
Tried to impress the people