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Introduction
01:32
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Higher
03:44
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the ice it melts but the feeling don't, bless this virgin eve, as it finds its feet, discard the past but lay it on repeat, oh the drugs will arrive but the driver wont, seems iv got 363 to go, im 2 down, belly full of lead, starving my face off i cry until i drop dead, all these talks of paranoia voices in my head, im worryin about worrying, panicking bout panicking, but the wed will till be dearly wed and well well this rattlin in my cage is about to bust a gut, so throw that fuel on that fire, we're burning higher.....roll this one over turn the bd blood to wine, you bitterbitter boys we just aint got the time...so sit down and have yourself a beer, mull over the situation, who even cares about this day?who ever cared about this year? Ye Ye everyones crying out loud hell they proud of a fucking abomination, oh but being here now it seems somehow, its a big old waste its blatant....with a Ha an a Ho i laugh my last laugh sober, you bitter bitter boys sit and mull this one over....but the man with a plan got his hands in all kinds of scams, con kick and steal is what it takes too be truly really real...with a Ha an a Ho i laugh my last laugh sobeur.
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Mr Official
04:05
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Are You Winning?
03:10
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My sword it be broken, my sword it be blunt, my wounds be a achin'
I left the boys at the battlefront
Some call us cowards, foes not friends, when we breath that eastern air,
It ain't ever goin to end.
Lets do a little living, while we're dying, drinking and drinking just stops our whining...
Seems you aint livin, til you dead
Seems you aint livin, til you dead
Atleast thats how it seems in my head..
I'm raging through frontyards, I'm riding on handlebars, I'm a stone thrown to your head
I'm all the tears that fall, that mean nothing at all, when youre safe tucked back up in bed.
Same horses, tryina jump that same old fense, same dirty old trousers, same something or nothing pense...
Its a race to live and am willing to give
Its a race to live and am willing to give
Momas little boys are running the roost...they fled the coop but not there youth
Its a race to live and am willing to give
Its a race to live and am winning again.
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