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TIL Redemption
- Uh, live in the flesh
- Kalligraphy survived through a wreck
- I inherit bars like cold sharks on a quest
- That blood from the heart that was starved without the art
- He lost his soul and cried inside his quilts
- Lost his quill and now can’t communicate with the rest
- I just wanna throw a fit inside of the nest
- Then return to form and say goodbye to all of the best
- Concerned but correct, thriving and respect
- During lies I tell truths to the right
- And ponder on the word “yes” for the night
- P.S, I ruined everything you tried to dissect
- It’s 10 o’clock and the time keeps my flavour fresh
- Swallow your pride and reflect
- That I’m alive and you can’t take my flesh, yes yes yes yes
- What if I wanted riches
- And left here songs for the birds
- That life gave us, beyond the universe
- Cursed in the words of my stitches
- Mind unwinding with spirit gifting
- Just as difficult making a castle of cards
- So it’s like them in hassles to write bars
- I wanna farm and gather the crops for the world
- But I can’t serve, I’d rather my stomach to hurl
- I try and write albums like my name was Earl
- But it fires back at me when I try to set goals
- Don’t gamble life, but bet slow
- One things for sure that I overly possess bravado
- According to what they said I never read books
- Like redstone dying the bandana on the cow skull
- But when the scene was filmed and they ran away out of their soles
- I laugh at their slouched goals
- What about those unpleasant visits?
- Knocking of the peasants, then vertically sittin’
- Costanza saying “I got this don’t worry about my visions”
- Jerry was very perturbed like “you go to be kiddin!”
- What if the flowers were perversely
- And the blooms were conjured
- Will the life give us the light
- Or seek the plight of a man’s dead wife
- He who was never raised on crime blocks
- Hood was smooth like pyramid lime rock
- Pharaoh tomb, put my gold on Timbuktu, do not flee
- I remember the one night robbers came to we
- Robbed a piece of clothing from police
- Then they got caught and jailed without a lease
- Before their charges
- They was Colms and spoke Dutch, meet the author before it all started
- But you can’t wallow without a sorrow
- Might rob a riverboat with no remorse to swallow
- Hold the hell up…
- You might have to ask Rob’ before you continue straight, just like I did
- Yes, you may go far smelling like yarrow
- Even with those Van der Linds about to shoot the hollows
- It’ll confuse you
- If you don’t know who Wasulu is, then he’ll consume you
- Yea yeah yeah
- What if I wanted riches
- And left here songs for the birds
- That life gave us, beyond the universe
- Cursed in the words of my stitches
- Mind unwinding with spirit gifting
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