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The regime here to say so
By any means
When the beams hit the inner mind
Shots from the sky
Lay hand and pray
Beating dead folks to life
Blood on the ceiling

Christ would come 
To take his believers into the sky
Leaving their earthly effects behind

Dancing across her window frame
There came a little boy, with

we showing through
Got my girl by my side
We going through
I dont really care
But you know its true
Man im space jammed up
I dont really play
Got my

her table at Bounce
My girl got a name there's no way to pronounce
Uh
Get 'em up
Get your hands up high
With a little bit of sauce 
And your bands up 
I

protected
By the sky and the trees
Anyway we are doomed
And there is no way to pay the bill

In times of trouble
We really know each other
We are forced to be

road trips 
Spread out like maps crushed by fight-fists 
Then crash in like white waves on West Coasts
Meeting in the middle just like post-war politicos

feel inspired in the night time
Prefer vodka to white wine
Shooting stars in the night sky
No matter how much I wish I still wake up with my life shite

Where's my cigarettes
There's a man who sits on a hill
With a little time to kill
Long days feel the breeze
No more anxieties
White clouds paint blue

Not the kind to get by
We just living to die
Praying my family survive
Want my mother alive
When I have little ones
Why we livin to die
Are we living

I see a black smoke in the sky
I see another black man died
Last week they killed a little child
Jesus, tell me why?

Tell me why they cannot breath?

Whats this world 
That we live in
Is it all endin
Apocalyptic days  
Haze in the sky
Not clouds
Thats smoke in my eye
Not the kind to get by
We just

a null archive
An empty mind is all I see
When you choose to waste my time
Fulfilled of so little white lies
When you looked up to the sky
And told "you're

Can't you see, I see black and you say white
She loves walking in the morning and you go out at night
When it snows he faces up to the sky
And she

beat me up
Outside of the mall
Because i stole some stuff
White man walk by but he aint say to much
Every time i try man its never enough
Thats why i

stars
'Fore you could count ours
Money so high
We could purchase sky
Little land, in the clouds
Have a word with God
Up top, oh my
We could learn to fly

Yeah, 108 World shit, to the death
It's been a long road man, but it's only going up from here
Now let me tell y'all a little something, hey, yeah

the time fly-by!
Where would I be without da struggle
And the strife that made me?
And the little bit a' thuggin in dis life that paid me...
Was addicted

Keys on the nightstand
Right by my necklace
Glove on my right hand
Couldn't find the left
Didn't see my cell phone ringing wit ya text
I was just

in the same white car
While I wait for the day that I'm breaking the odds
Breaking the odds when they say that I'm not gonna make it up outta the place

Leaving footsteps in the snow
Walking side by side
And I share my gloves with you
All around is white

Catching snowflakes with our tongues
They

Jumping from sky-high, white shy guy
Doing it by myself, running with a Mac-9
Herb in a Tesla, vv the omega
Model s got leather, loud packs on for ever
Open

Said baby just pass the medicine
Xanax crushed in my sprite with a little bit of that snow white
I try to stay sober but that shit just seems like

lights the sky at night 
The planes soar and the bombs ignite
But we don't care anymore
We've got one foot out the door
But maybe we deserve a little more

to the top (to the top), I see 'em little boys still in a box
I'm in the sky, they're taking their shots they don't wanna accept the loss, okay
No way! Making