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know me
But I’d give it all away for my dead homies
Going hard to the end till my last breath
I gotta give it everything till there’s nothing left
You

the light before you get too old
Melting ice
Burning tires
Sidewalk cracking
Gunman for hire
I am alone with sorrow in my head
Wake me up, and tell me it's

the air
A finger triggered by a sense of apprehension
Your case you fit the description now you a victim
It seems senseless but it's always been their

Smart Flesh

The Low Anthem

Smart Flesh

2011

So he may free his slaves, where on the death bed he lays
Such sweet and knowing flesh

Knowing in the end, you'll be alone
For lonely death does

Please hear my soul
If only one time...
I just want you to take a peek in my mind
Let's just explore, yes, let's explore more
I'll keeps it real, this

to blasting off you see the twinkle glow
And if you still wanna tell me that I don't strike twice
Then I'll end this fight in a single blow

Assaulting back

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags

Starving for a spark
I'll be your dancer in the dark

I'll be your lover for hire
Your man on the side
Your burning desire
The truth you cant hide
I'll be

One Track Mind

Swingers

Practical Jokers

1981

She's insane
Living on a different plane
Spinning til she dizzy again
Just look at her go - fizz-pop-whizz-bang!
She's obsessed
You can tell by

Banks of the Deep End

Gov't Mule

The Deep End, Vol. 1

2001

Searching for a reason to go astray

You couldn't hire twenty-five men
To do what the man could do
Just the sound of his walking
Could split the whole

that paper in my hand, imma go to laminate it  

Trying to reign in the present Tense 
So whatever you saying is Irrelevant 
Thought we was on same page

A happy melody
Gather round and hear the sound 
Like a birdy up in a tree

Matt's bass is low you can play it with a bow
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow

the end, even if it ain't cost shit
This life full of gifts
I can't complain, And won't cry over shit

Make it happen by any means
Moncler too legit to quit

Just make sure you do a favor for a favor

Baskin-Robbins on my wrist, I got thirty-one flavors (flavors)
Pull up to my estate when you wanna hire

I look good in a fresh-pressed suit
Madame won’t you hire me?
Spent a minute on my hair in the mirror
Aw, sir, you gotta hire me!
There’s rules that

see us in the muthafuckin' afterlife

How you gonna kneel on a neck for 9 minutes
Trayvon gets shot by a mutha fuckin' midget
Freddie gets neglected by

on Polo, I don't got no doors
Can't forget she in love with the coco
Hustling on the low-low, duffle bag, YOLO
And I'ma laugh to the bank
On you bitches, no

be the king of our lawn
At the end of the dark there is a big throne

You used to be happy lying in my arms
but now we have to move on
We used to be

the Sun like Steve Nash
Don't you ever go back
You've still got work to do
Show these people why they
Should believe in you
Cause you know that won't happen

freshener
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
The ghosts are steppin' in to roast your set again

I dosed your medicine, now I'm winnin' by default
Split you

Came with the guys
Drugger dealers and robberers by my side
How many times have you lock off inna dance?
Came through, grab a likkle gyal
Then we're

Barracuda, shout to Dave Ortiz, Dave's quality Meats!
You know how the long two way fashion thing, shout to my man Rolf from Artful Dodger
Matt Anger,

make it past twenty-something
Never listened, busy stressing, got me terrified
If you was thinking I'd be worried, you'd be dead right
Tryna get out in

and I hope for recovery
Cuz the streets know this can't be the end of me

You better hire a hitman cuz niggas lurking
And if my name make it in the world