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These words, so deceiving
His tongue is made of silk
Each lashing hypnotizing
You'll suffer at his will
Hell fire, Brimstone burning
You're thrown

so much greater!"
I cross them out, I bring some of them back
Looking for something that sounds like a melody
But in this game we play they often

touch

And I can't deny I'm always on the run
I'm just chasing down that burning sun
So weighed down by what I'll never say
And all my time thrown away

people in a situation reused
That's why you have to catch the lessons
And learn what to do
See time is getting wasted while we're burning our youth

be sippin' on the Henny, Jb rolling on the sticky
I be going double time so them haters never forget me
& if they missing out they clique, they

Reaching hands to the sky
Looking for a way out

Away from a world of lies
We've been trained to believe there is something
It's weakness shining

daughter born I missed it
Stuck up in the system surrounded by misfits
Every Friday I was chasing in the tick list
Counting down the days all the days that

purchase
As I tried to claw my way out

Here I come
To a field all full of flowers
But the roots are not what you think
Here I come
To an endless burning

a beam of light
Like something out of a prophet's fever dream. I had the urge to hide
I never thought of an angel as a thing that could be terrifying
But

bested, I'm the best
I'm in a league all by myself, you must be tripping second guessing
Look, tell me something
Smokin roaches got my lady bugging
Double

a boss god already
You lost already
Be popping like I tossed confetti
The Cost was heavy
I'm Burning bridges crossed already
Listening out for the sirens

Snow is falling
Hat on my head
Snuggled in my bed
Smells like gingerbread
Christmas is calling
Tree is glisten’
Stockings by the fire
Jammin'

a hippie
You haters are bitches I smell something fishy
You need to put on some cologne
I'm tryna get the cheese talking provolone
I'm burning up the loud

Torches go out due to dense fog                                                                     
Sound of steps he swallowed       
Silent night

on the ave or you can sell it by the slab
The stage is my new block I put it on smash
Never be a drought I keep something in the stash
It's like basketball

Don't stand by the window, looking out,
They'll see you and they'll come back.
Our skin had a reddish glow,
As the lighthouse was burning down.

Just

fucking mobster I'm running up the bands
Man this pussy sound like pasta she put up in a trance
Man we smoking like some Rasta's we burning up the plants

Candles burning out, staring at the moonlight
Wondering if I'm gon' make it through another spoon light
Piano man, five bucks if you play this tune

Like the rumour of a thought not quite remembered
The echo of a whisper on the wind
Or a unfamiliar melody
Which stirs a distant memory
Of something

every man to see and live out every fantasy
By the skin of my teeth
You burning coals on my feet
Don’t you see?
Don’t you see?
When our hearts wear thin

Floating past at random, expanded plankton
In our tank of a planet throwing massive tantrums
Commanders in chief seeming so out of sight
From our island

yeah they’re perfect
Divisions and yeah they’re earning
The cookies I got it burning
I had to get it from Berner
So I flew out to the west
I touch down I

something follows me
As I go from the ring to the wild
I call out at the top of my lungs
And in the bellows I can hear my soul
Through the bellows I have seen

everything 

Growing up, my folks thought I was something special
I was heralded by an angel of the Lord 
But the anger of God stirs up within me sometime 
I