Off Verse:
Jesus, come see please Deacon Thumb, fingers up frequent, seen in a peaceful clunk
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[Verse: 1]
Not succumb to a lie in my head of jokers
Most work a bum, turk's eye is instead a low purge
Dobbers leach a grown serge offering in no work spotted
God got end's met on the story book, guess off a knowing good been awful if honing looks, them coddlin' phony budgin' thoughts of heroic gruff
Scuffle decisions odd and parked in the homing duck
Luck flow up boughs, skins farther in growing bumps
And tone it down put my face in Jesus
Take or break it, now you won't make it easy
Faded foes take poons and shake its leaves
Ruth goons stoop, soon focus to abrade the key
[Verse: 2 ]
With a free write, no layers made from
Vocation function, a sole day it based of-
Came in off on the Horde Defense, Gourd in the Calabash, Gored in the alpha man, tatted though had it so of course it can happen then
Yeah, I've been in hell so many times-
Guy can't, felt in the bellow since he's fine
Hell, no Velcro the focus keep minded
Belt for the self, warded those when seen, trye in
I've been alone forever
That ain't cliche
With emotion effort
Dame, we bate the same
If it's cold, then never-
Get freezin they keep your feet placed if your motion is better, we change,
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