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the skies to that sunrise, that sunrise

Lonely fat hearts bleeding through a start
And I rise! Blaze through like sunshine
But I'm the day by day type

of substance got my soul coasting
What am I to do?
Pray to God like momma said he will always carry you
Scary news,
I'm so deep in the dark got a purple hue
No

Free

Faith Hill

Cry

2002

of that prison
I am free
Singing those words of wisdom
Let it be
Nobody gonna put those blues inside of me

Time flies by in photographs
And paper

soul wanna know why?
World is evil reverse it and live for a purpose I'm singing it is what it is
You busy stuck on a surface I'm busy rehearsing these

what I've been through
I'm not living in my past at all
Used to mix the percocet with adderall
Used to coat the blunt in lean
That's a purple cough
Used

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and how it sit on the rims
Or I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God, ask a atheist
And if I ain't

Tales of Brave Ulysses

Minnie Riperton

Songs

1969

were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing

The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers
And you want to take her with you to the hard

Turning it back from the wrong way
God is my refuge, prayin all day
Still not there, but i stand in the doorway
Yeah yeah, that's how i'm feelin
Only God is

to clap back, i meant to make a diss track
But now i'm singing in this bitch cause honestly you that wack

Yeah yeah, purple hair, oh you think you cool hoe

around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me

me
The blues with no clues
They singing off tune
Get it
Blues wit no clue
Why you confused
Over yo head
Like a rope on a noose
Slave in ya head
What

beat is slappin
Never slackin
Y’all be napping
Got this raw cone
Gorilla glue i pack in
Smoking on exotic
Damn my bitch a goddess
Got blue bills
Blue

Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up

not saying having a team or a crew is bad news
It's when you think you need more than Christ
That's what'll have you singing the blues

Listen
We think

froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'

Doing something then we fucking off the blue pills
Oo chills, real feels, nice thrills
Yeah we fucking off the blue pills

Deep depression actually been

Friend or Foe

E-40

Down South Slangin

2008

time 
That's why I take it upon myself to thank god in every rhyme 
'Cause I've seen better times 
And I've seen worser days 
When some of my so

'all really fucking leeches, uh
Y'all perception of gang banging is fucked up
That's why y'all put all them "Eastsides" and whats what
You really think that you

make it happen

As time goes by, an eye for an eye
That's the best way to keep everybody blind
When the truth is in the building all these lives gon'

burn in hell
And I'm cool with that, that uzi packed
I done learned a lot in these 19 years
Lotta homies ain't shed one tear
God decide what my curfew is

the world, then on Friday I hit the club
Hoping that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses
Niggas get to scrappin' then you hear the gats blasting
Damn, hope

Swervin’ in that desert whip surrounded by that angel blow
Swear I cut my plug off at the nightclub bout a week ago
Bitches let me crash into they

these fucking sheets
They got that purple in their cup
But they green in these streets
I got that green on my mental
Counting blues in the jeep
These