move like prime I’m optimus ty synopsis’ drop when i level the scoretoo crude from the tellement floorpause for thought as i draw from the heavenly lakewar awkward from enemy gatesso bare faced no air tracemy line is advice to shootershyper life movements lines of line cruisersripen the enemyright in the road rage filleta height in the inner beefscribe like i never be backmy portion is awesome i remedy tracksevery thought is adorned by a pedigree actand i’m torn in the port looking terribly trappedthe support is a warning i’ll never be back

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kill them with the best bits patiencemillitant on exit baconscorch filaments raw scores four scores basicliving in the porsche to be caught by the bailiffsstrange living in the laws of the matrix sores to repay slipsstay bedded with the aurally pay stripsdeep fry everythingdeep guy see i everythingpass the coka to master yoda the last elope-a from past the faux pasbro you’re so dark your rhymes a crow bar to price and show cars21 gun salute the youts in the backslacking the whack never never go back

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all up in the brakes and the riffs i bleedrun a riddled statements from pavement streetsliving in the days when the pagans teacheach day is a grammable fate in reachpray for the spoil of my loins chasing the coins bating annoyancestay awake and buoyant move with your fam and teamdream for morespread peace if its beef its warleave if it evens scoresand debrief all the peeps you broughtburst on my enemies roarsequel the melodies flooredwalk on the even retortand i never ever ever go back

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Hold on hope

When you don’t call
Wake up, and wait for vision
Search for light, in darkened rooms

Let me see, all the figures behind me
Courage low, and faint of heart

I can feel it, I can feel it
And now i see it, and now i see it’s right
You gotta go away to come back home
To stop holding on, to stop holding on,

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
To be certain of alone, feel so alone

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,

Wake up To make The decision

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue
And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling
And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right
To come back home,

To be holding on, to be holding on,

to be holding on, to be holding on
And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up
What it feels to be alone