I am the fold, in the wake Watch me push her back and break I lose all my friends, and wash away All the fractures I?ve displayed But we still, hold
plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio
El-Pee got served in neon Trendy indie underground 'cause you haven't got a choice Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't got a voice No five thousand for radio
[Slug/(Beyond)] Patterned around the thought and the will We shattered the sound of perpendicular noise Now gather 'round, blueprints to rebuild On top
only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. It is easy to dismiss those
mirror's turning blue And soul after soul keeps walking right through They're living in my house and living inside my head Some sleep inside the closet, others sleep under
hot. Phyllis: Oh, am I hot! I'm so hot! Hhh . . . I'm so hot from this hamburger, oh . . . FZ: Get hot! Phyllis: I'm so hot! FZ: Under, under . . .
as I know 4:30 was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my chest I guess I smoke too much sess Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under
really good idea, i write it down at my diary before it puts off in my head. And you know what've come to me? The other day, that all the really knock
if she knows that cat dwayne Johnson, nah probably not I'm headed up fairfax north to 'riq's spot I, flex the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what? ) Trees lift niggaz while other
And if you ain't got that, keep wishin' And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze Comin' at a player with [Incomprehensible] ways Keep lickin' on that other sound
the 5-0, they want it dun' know Bitches get tripped over, niggaz wildin' the front row Fire marshall catch a beat down, tryin' to cut my sound Radio
't mean the demise of all who roam the stone feel the earth y'all the fire water and sky under his home under his clothes under his belt its the varientsister
, if I ever switch up the weather To fit what these other fellas are on I cause a renaissance Renovatin' creativeness on this side of the coast Self-hatred, radio
water Over and over We die one after the other Over and over We die one after the other One after the other One after the other One after the other After the other
south doesn't mean the mind of bar who roam the stome feel the earth yall the fire water and sky under his home under his clothes under his belt its the
thing and if you wanna run with the King Then it's gon' be some giving up of some things For some who ain't wit the Son it might sound like something
impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. It is easy to
