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Come closer, Look inside and you'll find Breaking out in me Silent parades for when you're by my side Bursting at the seems Don't waste a moment,
me comin' out the shade My 忍者s move like parade I pull out I put it right up in ya face These 忍者s been lappin' I'm givin' them chase (Oo) 忍者s Creepin'
should listen to Frank Ocean instead of the J to the A to the V The maître d' that be catering to the haters Pay to see the parade of steez from a faded
With that Kanye Steez When I hop on this beat Can't you see me be The best version of me Now multiply by three I'm Nerd to the Nerd to the Nerd
he kept all his secrets In the shadows of trophies Then jumped off a cliff And love becomes a decision When there's a vision of 'Til death do us
Licensed to kill dead and buried in the grave answering the sirens arms now on parade destinations final horizon, see the blaze witnessing
loved me even when the time went right My microphone holds the secrets I hide You going home by yourself tonight Nothing hurts worse than sticks
dot dress Rendezvous in a secret caress The old man of the sea On his hands and knees Telling fortunes by the sycamore tree The chief of police
ignition and then I extinguish it Hello nasty where you been Take that nasty attitude back to the dungeon Saw a Gay parade and held up my rainbow flag
There was so much more to me Motivated by the ones who couldn't see This has always been my dream Holding on to hope and living free, yeah Do you
In the morning light, I wake with a smile, Embracing life's journey, mile by mile. With love as my guide, my heart takes the stage, In the dance
All my life has led to this And every moment after it So, why can't I commit? Snapshots flicker in my mind A woman signs a lullaby If only I could
passed by I'm hurtin, hurtin, hurtin Can't lie I'm hurting pretty bad And it feels like I'm bleeding because I've never felt so sad Don't mean to be
a day in the A A parade of them Chevelots, colors of flavor aid Can you, believe I got it made Impala in the garage, got forces and all the J's I'm
to let her know She ain't even talk about you after I got her home And I know it might sound selfish, but boy let her go We got some dirty little secrets
To be ruled by one nation,an evil master The devil’s henchmen in suit and tie With a black tooth grin,tell us lie after lie A secret society
I tell you secrets about me Something I would do for no one If e no be this kind of love You think I’m a fool nigga right ?? Baby do you even
to take the jail back, niggas united Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait To bust freely,
messed up What will it take for you to stay I messed up Oh, oh, oh I messed up I've been dishonest, broke promises I know I made Told secrets we said we'd
wants to hear the secrets That you never told a soul before And it's not that strange Because it wouldn't change What happened anyhow But you swore
And the theme is trap rapping and seeing what a parade do Money under them cables And every jewel came with a price tag as high as a pipe blast And due to that
Domes poppin' bottles in the park Don't play on 40th cause they'll rob you after dark Wolf pack gang don't jog Central Park F.T.W fuck the world Drinkin'
the f*** up) Like the Bay after the Golden State Warriors Brought home the double-ya There's some California love in the building yeah, yeah (La la) I
Sometime after birth After a very long search I unearthed certain burdens Of Tyler Durden self hurt Logically you cant heal without wounds Cant feel
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