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to be practically R.I.P. (Whoa)
It's what I want, it's what I need
Cause I cannot become a bleak
Memory to those who never seemed to care
Rather be

I get so easily hurt by my own feelings
Tell myself it's just me overreacting
What goes on at night in my mind while I'm sleeping? Whispers in my

Beautiful People

Khalid

No. 6 Collaborations Project

2019

on, so they're headin' downtown
('Round here) everybody's lookin' for a come up
And they wanna know what you're about
Me in the middle with the one I

I forgot
And then you come inside me deep
Everything becomes so real
For tonight I felt so loved
I realize what I've done everything was fake
Just

my maybes will become reality
But, I refuse to be haunted by the past
I guess the future is all I have

I miss the day when I had someone I trusted by

Yuh, what
Stay in the H, all with my woes
Some niggas they changed, I'm stayin 10 toes
Saint Laurent on my jeans
Get it by any means
We pop out

mr shakur
man
your essence reamains pure
and by the freedom of god we got a soldier
and jesus you been good 2 me
when lord stops, my life goes

and diamond rings 
Hook me up with Johnny Dang
Down in Houston chasing fame 
I know what I’m posta do
Money, hoes ain’t nothing new 
9/11 midnight blue 
At 3 AM

I ain't in the car
Man, wait until we get home Imma whoop your..

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heel me fucking life
Richting motherfucking millies
Ik heb nog steeds twee tellie's
En me fissi nu op televisie
What's poppin', what's de deally?

the blinds
When doors open I would walk through them blind
God guiding my steps so I'm fine
Two stepping by faith to what's mine
Put God first and watch

What makes you think that I'm a fool?
I know I play by my own rules
I know I'm hard to understand
At least I'm doing what I can
To claim my spot

Around My Way

Talib Kweli

The Beautiful Struggle

2004

the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way

People let me paint a picture
You know I ain't a Christian
I ain't a Muslim,

a bite of me
Let me show you just what I'm madе of

Now!

Like a million faces
I've rеcognized them all and one by one
They all become a number as they

no other fucking name
And do this all by myself ain't nobody that can claim
Said I only make music for me not whoever booming it
I do this cause I love

vomiting back up prose
So that you know I speak to each from chic elite to average Joe
Freak a beat decently seems to me please keep casual
Here comes

long
What you need n**** call my phone
My Phone
I’m active active active
Up and down the road up down the road 
I’m active active active
Up and down

guard by letting down their
Guard i don’t even know if I
Made one fucking good point

But what I wanna say is, this
Guy let me, a celebrity designer
Work

eyes
I see it deep inside
Under sun or rain you will be by my side  e yeah yeah ah

Dem tell me things about you
But I will never doubt you my baby boo

money for my dreams
You could sell me magic beans
Put them in my skinny jeans
It is all just what it seems
Cursed by my creative mind
It has caused me

locksmith to hire for what l have locked in, sheesh
Spot me renovating hills while you rolling down them
Got my crown running shit and your shit barely

matter what you say shit you got to show me
Show me what you do when you feeling lonely
Heard the fake shit but they don't really know me (Know me)
Now I'm

niggas barking at me, I’m a Great Dane
I could tell by how she looking at me, she got great brain
She like “why you smoking Mary Jane?” cause I hate pain

like I'm Egyptian
Written by ILL ONE read the inscription 
Projecting on me that's why you be dissing
You look at your life and feel something's missing