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beat scratched in"] Makin it, makin it blend YO... makin it blend [x3] Makin it, makin it blend Make, makin it blend [Wordsworth] Yo, I like a woman wit a
you feel it, kill it, if you can conceal it, reveal it Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets Pull it, squeeze it, 'til its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies I need a
a chill Go through your bones You're not your own There's something wrong You call the doctor on a phone He's not at home So you leave a message After
In a dusty room on a stormy night Away from all the crowds I rise above The clouds Into a world once so bright where now The shadows fall and a thousand
she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse And what be makin' it worse That they be the same
, what part of the voyage is this? Friendship and business don't mix With anyone else it's just business with friends I'm personally pissed Is this a curse or a
red And though the reason now is gone The battle rages on Was it love or hate that got here first Hate's a habit it's hard to shake the curse Kill to
trunk, don't fall on my living roots I've been humming too many words, got a weak self esteem That's been stomped away from every single dream But it's
on falling Deeper and deeper below To the world that I don't wanna know Night after night Won't fall asleep I will stay in the light It's not the right
our Mother Earth? Or is it just beginning of new Birth? Don't be afraid we must wise, patient and peaceful and strong. Maybe it's like you would throw
heading I need a head rest in And a feed from a warm breast A man making hits For the childhood of hicks Underground like Who's it sound like You all
know I’d better stop trying You know that there’s no denying I won’t show mercy on you now I know, should stop believing I know, there’s no retrieving It’s
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ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.m. I roll out my