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Third Place Part Of You

you'll be released one day But knowing, home is a place you're not going for a long while Now you're up on the isle In a position that you ain't got

, the book of mathew, a book of matches Lightning, I'm? white linen You about to have to admit it They pass you the mic, asked you to spit it You got

the third My style comes precured There's no further twisting necessary There's many ways to enter Deferrin's embassy And take your place on the last

get you all together would be to die So you could ask what's the point of makin friends You just end up forsakin them Well god's given me life, so I'

too tired to cry and i ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die they say you get what you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it if a nigga

the part that explodes You are not hip hop, nigga, go write for Vogue You are not a king nor prince, you just a toad You ain't a G, you a hoe, you sweeter

, quit playing with me, man. No, for real don't play like that? Are you, are you serious? How you know? Put that on everything. I'ma call you back. I'ma call you

a drug for you Do ever what you want to do Coming over you Keep on smiling what we go through One stop to the rhythm that divides you And I speak to you

sex From the very first day I met you, I didn't think I'd get you That's why I didn't sweat you I knew there was another because I saw you with him Still you