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Boy you are amazing
The world's vernacular is changing
You use to say boys aren't supposed to cry
Thats for ******* and little babies
But we grew from that
We musta knew it that
It was making men go crazy.
Trying to hide behind machismo
When inside their heart is breaking.

Now I'm headed for new daisies
Hi Alberta!!! B.c changed me...
Nice to meet again. Giving thanks to those who shaped me...May I mandate.
That nobody kills and rapes me....
I gotta make it down to Washington.
Theres cholostemy bags. With Donald's name.
For
The presidential ****

Its winter moons that make me humbled
By the grace of different races of the ladies.
But the alt right thinks theres oppression from the liberals
On caulcasians.
I just said the same thing twice.
In different ways. While keeping my mind naked....

Oh one last thing. Simba you'll never fully understand it
And it's okay to be in limbo.
You look pretty as either ***
And theres no way that your a *****...
Or underhanded
Simple it's the pencil....
That will give the devil  wings
Not ******* coffee.
Nor ******* redbull.
Nor led zepplin.....
But its God that does these things
Same rhyme as the last one.just different perspectives. Lil bit diff. But same idea.. hope you caught the last line from a couple notes ago with the whole stairway to heaven led zepplin line
Things I primarily don't understand
How you say your a gem. A major 10. I'm a loser. Your the better man
Number 2 is my confusion.
It's the ever illusive
Dan the ******* weatherman.
Call me goof. I suppose.
The formula never consisted of a better plan.
I stand against the weathered glass.
And beg your dad to lick my sweaty ***.
Machete glass.
And paper cuts.
And weapons ..... right....
You ******* bet I'm right.
I'll set your life into a cleaner scene. If your worried your the methy type.
Who gets things messy right.
Who does drugs and drinks most every night
**** the world.
I'm more in line with. Forgive thyself.
On not just one. But on fuckn every night. Before you close your eyes.
And grip your pillow type.
Remind ****.
Not to sit inside the tactile breaches
Of your inner mind.
And sit inside.
Might get a ****** mind.
So left enverose.
Sifts. Like salt or sodium.
You know inside my soul.
The ******* weather's fine.
I created more than mold from clay.
Paint by numbers.
Underrated raps that come in ******* heavy weight...
So admit. Before we catch the snitch like playing quidditch in harry Potter's eyes. You ******* gotta die....
You tattled. I feel bad.
They shouldn't a friggin stabbed you guy
I know you felt bad
But that's what happens
For ratting on your fam.
If you ain't a family guy....
I wish you hadn't done that
Kind of yapping.
***** the tragic type.
But you know what happens
To the cast of magic Mike after they
Get yapping about.
The gals. They ****** back stage.
For cash. Respect and ******* bragging rights
Just some more raps
Your my sickness
Grip your ****
With iron fists
Ignore remorse.....

You fit in this
Equation
Like your divisible by 4....
Speaking of the position
*******
I was a stray before.....
A common ***** who laid
With any one
Who gave me ******* form....
You saved my lust
And caged it up
Just to make it into something more...
You make me weak
Faint to breathe
Im made to see this comes before
Anything else
Thats what i luv you for.....

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