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thoughts
That I wrote
And blood
On the picture of my life

I wish I had three cars
I wish I had one kiss
I wish I had two kids
I wish I had four chairs

doing
Do she miss her kid?
The older you get
The longer you live
You gotta be strong to the end
Caleb speak freely
And fight all these demons
I Wanna be

Or that is all she wrote
Back up, back up
Mama say slow down
I don't mean to hurt cha
Hurt cha
But these flames may scorch ya
Fortunately for you I'll run

a night owl, I play differently, bro
Grey chimney smoke, in haze riddle me clothes
I’m all in and
She slurped me like some crawfish
Dirtier than moshpit's

I'll roll the dice tonight
You could say I'm feelin lucky
Flashed up in suit and tie
Bartender must've loved me

I wrote a check knew she'd be
Cashin

I wrote down the time where I saw you had left
I took all the notes and laid them to rest
I tear them apart one by one but as quick 
As they leave me

One two three four five six seven eight nine
I'm not afraid of no power I'm fine
My knowledge dated churn powder and dust
She so sweet and sour gush

And Then a Hurricane

Secret Lives of the Freemasons

This Was Built to Make You Dance

2005

Just hold your breath until your chest collapses in. 
Or until she comes back - we'll all be dead and gone by then. 
There's been a hand over my

Falling

Brooke Hogan

The Redemption

2009

of me and loves me when I'm down
He's my best friend to me and damn he makes me proud

So now I'm feelin' like I'm choked up
Wrote you a text yea we broke

joke
Where's the punch line, that's all she wrote
Come with me and run away from here
By your side I'd go anywhere

With angel eyes and a devil's grin

murder she wrote
if doc come out its 30 impalas on a boat
nigga, we do this everyday,llamas under the thermal,
waitin by your stairs like Mary J
Beat

never change lanes
Exchange "Heys" with the neighbors
My name's in the paper
Turn flames into vapors
I'm preposterously dank and shit
All these rappers

apathy

Far away
Mother ward off all my bane as the memory of Eleanor dies
Torn away
Shine and guide me through this blazing storm
Far away

That night

a lightning 

Don't let it bring you down
You get one go around
Come walk a while with me
We'll stand beneath a tree
Baby, that's all she wrote
My life's

name on the cement
Took all the pain, wrote it down and then bleed it
Pick up your girl now she drowning in, wait
Baby I told you don't play with a demon

Time Is Money

S.P.M.

Screwston, Vol. 2: Pink Soda

2001

'cause that's short for crooked
Stayin' high as Hell, and drunk as fuck
You ain't down with the Mex, you can sick my duck
I mean duck my sick, I mean suck

You cheated on yourself
With some strangers again
You can talk all about nothing
Until the bells are ring
I watched you fall in love
With anyone who

to this
Feel like you all lost sight of this
It's obvious you can't handle bars, you can't be a cyclist
If you think your spoke rotated nah, it's a pity

Same Old City

Velocity Girl

Gilded Stars and Zealous Hearts

1996

She wrote him a letter, said leave me alone
All I wanted was to walk you home
It didn't mean that much to me anyway
This place is so full of excuses

All the plans I had delayed
Tricks on me my mind will play
See you laying next to me
Wind that shakes the barley tree
When the only friend of me
She

coz I own it already
I’m the artist of the century, don’t ask me or correct me (no,no)
I wrote a song at the start of December so if you heart isn’t

in the breeze
My jeeze, bumpin' that aisle weed printed on tees
I mean, we flip that script they wrote we split that flow they know
I'll sign