(Pardon me brother, as you stand in your glory)
Yea, When you get too old to fight
Day turns night
Huggin' the light
Hummin' like a bird does dubs etcetera
Love song plethoras
Instead of collectin' her you rejected her
Respected her, let her be hurt
Wrote her a letter and she read it 'fore rescinding
Back to me she won’t
Gone with em' fell victim to the prism of what
Color kill em' slow
Seeds don’t grow by the farms they are
Gentrified sent alive to me, beliefs
The agnostic priests
Optimistical paths so predictable to rituals
Habitual, laugh if it tickles you
Funny money live for you bruh
If it interests you
Mom said its for the French and you
Parlez-vous Francais obviously probly just me Feelin like Gs, Surrounded by thieves rounded by the trees
Planted by the rivers and the waters, praisin' daughters
Bought a grave for the father
Behave I’m no martyr just, ask Marty kin
Party, Pooper
You’s a loser if you ain’t with somebody
On the fourteenth goin' on the twenty-sixth feelin' like a bitch
Cuz I was feelin' this bitch
Wasn’t doin' nothin' but feelin' her, Now What?
Back to feelin this paper, feelin' this vapor caped crusader
Ain’t the same, I came close but no cigar folks
(Pea Job?) split to the head like a drop-kick
Through the snares and all but who cares
I cut my hair instead of pullin' it out of my head, dawg I was
Something like it, now I’m
Nothin' without something sunk in my chair thinkin' bout
Lovin' someone so rare but I can’t keep followin' in Starin' at a dream, Moonwalk talkin' to ghosts
Gone off of that, endo smokin' we elope
Dope boy on his own
God bless the child who grows the:
Lone Ranger from, out of the manger born
Knowledge reign supreme over nearly anyone that’s afraid to dream try…
(«Ay yai yai yai
You think those guys look like they’ll ever be sensitive to my record
collection? (laughing)
A bunch of football jocks, 'What do you got here? A bunch of old albums or something?'»)

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