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Thieves Like Us Your Heart Feels

east side doubt is in your heart shattering your mind making you feel low it gives you a hard time see me under dark show me all your scars show me all your

high. While you call yourself a thug, that's how I feel inside. And we don't wanna hurt nobody, -body, but your fuckin' with us, and we shootin' up the

don't trip, pleasure Now, sixteen times for the mind thieves For my thinking in tell and I am Erica Counter fits don't stop the wettest of us we Brooklyn

Were tearin' up your lawn, we got herds of lincolns Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin' Don't blink and don't think were soft Hide your money and your

world vanish We the banished and outlawed wander Hither and yonder Like dogs gone hungry Funky and angry and sometimes ugly Drums like drugs have turned us

I'm the burning in your throat when you swallow And then you spit me out, your stomach full of doubt Now you're faking every word out of your mouth And

money...) (Good as new, good as new, good as new, good as new...) [Aesop] Next time think, 39 thieves, quicker than 40 winks, raise your drinks, 39 thieves

something's reaching out Vibrations, can you hear them now? Please help us, we're running out of time My brothers, we are deathly out of line I feel

I supposed to feel? What am I supposed to feel? There's no feeling in this place. The echoes of the past speak louder than Any voice I hear right now