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maun blame, you will hear, you will hear
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear

Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name,

difference is less than a gift of upliftment 
Seek or remiss it 
Transfixed by the human condition
Can't see it then listen

Look at them move
Take in the view

wanna be your late night muse 

I ain't want to have to tell you goodbye 
Connection was it lust I can't decide 
Like a trance how you had me both sides

organizing abilities
My ability to keep up with
Everything all of you say
All the time
All the time
You think I'm overwhelmed
Maybe by your news feeds
Ans your

together
Before you can get it, gotta admit it, or remain a lame forever
I made a chance now the way get paid yes sir
Girl you define more than fine your

I feel the way my heart beats through
I feel the weight of every clue
In all my days
If one would stay
It could be you

If you're right by my side, I

for your thigh
You were always the fastest
Not this time
My muse is dead
Felled by her own conceit
My muse is dead
So on to a new pastiche
The dust was

Your Body

Pretty Ricky

Bluestars

2005

Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir

I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm

from a soul
You gon burn out the fuse at nucleus of your muse
And explode into an enveloping deficit of truth
Surrounded by your demons just reflections

Lena sing to me baby
I tell her sing to me bae ye ye ye yea
Just By the way that you move
Girl I know you got a thing for me Baby
Know you got

Hello, do you see my name below?
Try, to name this writer fellow
Hope, I could make your day mellow
And yes, you should read this piece alone

Turn

the..mufucka, holdonn
Imma slide..not the one to have fun on
You never had a muse rocking Kimono
You gon fold under pressure like Romo
Outta town, trynna finesse

talk ye ye ye
Only taught this love for bags
Only want this love or facts
This shit got me by my neck

Doing, what I'm doing, best, best
Dont want your

there's a man, yes they call him the Chosen
Sent by his father, to be some kind of savior
Changing our heart's not only our behavior

Ye ye yoo
Ye ye yoo

own muse baby

If you ask bout me all I can say is I'm confusing
Every single breath I take is used to make some music
Know I'll be dead when I don't

make more
To my last breath, I'm blessed
I'm brave to the core
Bread the destroy
Living and you'll die by the sword
Have no remorse
Looking in myself for

for you
Through the Muse

For I will stand
And I will sink
For I am
What I think
Superficial as it seems
Everything feels like a dream
Wish my Muse

what I'd do
Without you in my life
You are the air, sustenance
I need to stay alive
By now, ya know You is music
Truths allegory about his muses
I don't

serious
These policians
Are dangerous
Them Carry paper
Collect your money by
Force
Nothing you go do
I Say demDangerous
Dem dangerous these men
Them

I'm captivated by the power of you
And it won't let me go nor let me fall
I'm captivated by the power of you
And it won't let me go nor let me fall

Yes

from the spire? Yes
You want a seat by the pyre?
And never ever suffer again? Yes, yeah, yeah

Sacrifice for the whore leads the way from shame
Be

the backend Ye (Ye, Ye, Ye)
Welcome to the Show

(Woah, woah)
I live by a code (A code)
Never switch up on yo bros (Ye, Ye)
Never for hoes (No)
No playing both

of the worst

Let the docents lead you 'round
Under my home by the sea
On display paintings we found
Cast aside on account of lack of quality
Give me the best

It's cll cbout The Music by Morning Routine

Verse 1

I've been all around the world I'll tell you
I've sailed all the oceans, painted em' blue
I'm