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Armor For Sleep The Way Out Is Broken

where the door is cut I'm failing to see Take your feeling watching you breath I'm the worst at knowing when my curtains been cold On my way out of

out the back door, and ditch them finally. Let's sneak out the back door, and ditch them finally. I love the sound, when no ones around. And I can hang out

me where the door is cut I'm failing to see Take your feeling watching you breath I'm the worst at knowing when my curtains been cold On my way out

Kids at play underneath the light of day. Theres something in the way that you look, They're never going to expect whats in store for them. And I recall

roll hops You try to flex bang another nigga drops You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out I got

't no match Cause I'm armor, and you a country jerri curl farmer Still wearing 85' bombers There's no way you get props you don't deserve The only thing you get here is

's for ounces that we flip into ki's The 'J's for the judgment handed by the jury The 'E' is for enter at your own risk You know the 'C', that's for the

m the one Part 6: Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew, The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you, Man this is for the

, hops, You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops. You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out, Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out. I got