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yours
Am I cursed to feel this way
Not a day goes by that I won't
Wish I wouldn't be all alone
There must be something wrong with me
And I don't wanna

a final cigarette by the park bench
Slightly ceremonial, I'd say, unless my guard's down
cnd I could hang it all out honest
It was mostly routine
There was

peace sign
Bands on top of bands, wallet looking like a music fest
Way that I be spitting need some motherfucking Mucinex
Bitches out in Budapest
See me

soldier but lemme express
What goes on in da deadly projects
It starts off with police brutality
The They we livin in a crack reality
Always hearing gunshot

honor of Steve Jobs' life
Please let's all buy this song on iTunes
It's the way Steve would have wanted it
You're my boy, Blue!

take a chaotic life over a comfortable lie
We are in ruins choked by the hands of tyrants
The only way out is defiance
Brutes surround the minds

something sound
We took the long way to the diner
When summer had us by the throat
We passed the billboard asking where we plan to spend eternity
I guess it's

I catch your eye across the room
Were you starin' the whole time
Rainbow colors paint the air
I wonder can you see mine
I make my way through

but I’d never met, and I won’t forget
this angel from the road
I must admit, it was a magic trip
I was sad to see it end
Instead of “here we are”, I

look bleak/got reach down/make a quick turnaround
if we don't try this could end us/ Popeye/no spinach/ beat down by Brutus

off the bench triple double/

dead and gone. For a nice car, or a family protected by fences and systems of security. Damn it all! We've still got lives to lead somewhere buried in

bodies leave a lightning mark 

Pen undefeated, call it Elder Wand 
I'm a fuckin' menace, leave your elders warned 
cll up in your biz, so you bugged like

needing your space makes you the bad guy 
Me skipping your message doesn’t mean I don’t want to reply 
It came through at the right time at the wrong place

The anxiety’s enough to have you throwing up
You question every single day if your soul’s enough
And sometimes, you stumble and it feels like the end
You can’t

and left me
To be a slave to misery
You are drowning in your own blood
I try to see a way through, but its blinded by you
This cant be all it seems, the end

givenchy
And,
She being romantic 

She must be from France 
By the way she speaking
Excusez-moi madame
I think that I must like you 

Je m'appelle
Frank

Been up since sunrise
Trying to find a way
To fix the bridges that would burn anyway
The night is foggy like a broken LA
My flat is haunted by

fed up 
But nobody does it better 
You be jealous when I let up 
& be texting 
Lil Coretta from the Mo
Freaky lil trill young Dead End
Woadie
All about

of the way
Coming up on a decade
Something I thought we'd celebrate
But I'm calling you again and again and again
You'd think by now I'd recognize the end

It’s a difficult task expressing your love for another. 

What if you can’t capture exactly how you feel? 

What if in one way or another, your

on scenario number one,
Get jumped, beaten up and end up in the back of an old trunk
Kidnapped and silenced by a certain person of german descent 
Now its way

Something wicked this way comes
A cycle of sadness, going on
It's time to lose all self-control again, my friend
Self medicate until the end
Another

Imma start you off fresh like the first quarter 
Got a problem, imma end it like the fourth quarter 
Man the judge fuck around and give me

bring the end to us!

By the pricking of
Of my fucking thumbs
Something wicked this way comes

Million years
You haven't learned your lesson
Now you pay