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Winston Salk
Winston Salk
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Lay with me We running out of things to talk about Just like our city losing water at its feet Just hit the mayor's line and said this city needs An abundance of opportunity For the kids or my friends who changed their whole life's plan To follow sirens calling out to them To buy into the wild Wild West And baby I'm fine as your Highness Try my number now bet You gon get the dial tone Let ring till phone make a click Leave a message at the wait before you say it take a break Think about past mistakes Dont reiterate Something spoken on a past date I don't mean to hate I simply don't have the time of day for your waste Cause I'm just Speaking in rhyme Following time I'm booking the parts and making them mine Beyond glistening shine Like sparkling lights Flares in the sky Enough to brighten the night Enough to frighten the might The will that's building inside It's all that I got Shit Im doing fine Just doing fine Don't need perfection just a nod and a sign God I'm I'll in my mind Just Lay with me We running out of things to talk about Just like our city losing water at its feet Just hit the mayor's line and said this city needs An abundance of opportunity For the kids or my friends who changed their whole life's plan To follow sirens calling out to them To buy into the wild Wild West And baby I'm fine as your Highness Every single balanced check Every time I get too stressed Or just need some rest Every time I hop in and out of dreams Rolling in some sheets sweating thoughts depressed You collect my crazed feelings Always in a daze but you appealing Hazy eyes but that dress your killing Don't need the glitter I want face revealing I've lived the best life Out in nature running ain't no stress I Came at things with open chest might Striving for the best light so what's left I Try to analyze until I break it down Yea Believed in peoples true words and sounds Don't deceive a man because their proud Just believe a man because he stood his ground Don't play the part until you run out It will drain your soul and take the fun out So just pick your dot and pull the gun out Either it's a glock or words that strung out How come the sweeter life is what we're striving for But the sweeter nights are when were young and poor Find your way through anything thick or thin Tougher than a rhino or a cheetah skin I gotta see the parks reserves filled with dark Gotta feel the chills watch the fire start Get knowledge imparted before I'm departed
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