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Sole Selling Live Water

as I keep smudging off into the background And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see who hears me, narrating their lives

i hope you like my stupid painting it won't be here next time, you'll burn it i'm no matisse and never said i could paint the way things are going..i

a good portion of devotion on sale to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy everyday troop. got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching.

bravery like the rented camaraderie in the human lottery. whatever year it is, i'm still sick. can't hate the sky for being gray or the bad poem that we live

Perpetrating and faking, even the got damn preacher man Gangstas harmonizing like my nigga Mo B Prime Suspects, 3rd ward soldiers Living raw better have my boulders Shooting dog water

Or selling my soul to Satan, six figure record deal protection's my religious denomination, B.C. I be the coming like when Mary's water broke So let

(feat. Slug, Sole) [Slug:] Sometimes I wonder if you'll ever shut the hell up But you don't quit, and you just don't stop Sometimes Iwanna hop on the

my nigga rides, still live, peace [out the laws] I know it's hard trapped inside, and can't watch the stars You made it this far, and still here Live

Perpetrating and faking, even the got damn preacher man Gangstas harmonizing like my nigga Mo B Prime Suspects, 3rd ward soldiers Living raw better have my boulders Shooting dog water