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Figure It Out
03:20
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Watch Me
03:46
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Oh my God, he drank the bleach
Hurry we have to get him to the hospital
He's gonna have to have his stomach pumped
Quick call 911
I rose from a tornado, and fell from the bluffs
Now things ain't all good, but they're good enough
Eh well maybe not, but I'm stronger now
And I still survived, so you can watch me now
As a child when I returned home they had to watch me closely
As an adult I rock the stage and people watch me closely
They say life is large, but I art more immensely
My energy is strong, you feel my presence intensely
If you knew my past, would you really know where my head be?
Could you untie these invisible ropes that constantly strangle me?
Can you see the purity inside the poisoned well if you look real closely?
Don't you read the neon sign on the inside of my forehead
Flashing a furious red that reads “get the fuck away from me”
Do you really love Love, or just the parts you understand
A mind is an energy that connects through hand
Do you really love Love, or just the parts you understand
A mind is an energy that connects through hand
I rose from a tornado, and fell from the bluffs
Now things ain't all good, but they're good enough
Eh well maybe not, but I'm stronger now
And I still survived, so you can watch me now
The ones that hate me, can't take their eyes of me
Even when you don't see me, I'm still in your memory
So just watch me, watch me, I just do me
You have to watch me, watch me, 'all eyez on me'
Well until kingdom do come
Mystery's river flows
Hell always follows you home
Whereever home goes
Too fucked up to tell straight line from the stumble
Mixed up enough to mix the heaven with the rubble
Find Ms Flawed who's just right for a perfect tumble
Then try to build a pyramid just to watch it all crumble
I rose from a tornado, and fell from the bluffs
Now things ain't all good, but they're good enough
Things are lookin up, plus I'm stronger now
Soul of a survivor, you gotta watch me now
The ones that hate me, can't take their eyes of me
Even when you don't see me, I'm still in your memory
So just watch me, watch me, I just do me
You have to watch me, watch me, 'all eyez on me'
Just watch me, watch me, I just do me
You have to watch me, watch me, 'all eyez on me'
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Gangsta Ass Mama
03:18
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Milk Carton Kids
03:18
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We got those dead shiny eyes n we're past the brink
Reacting with miles of smiles 'fore we can even think
Happy go lucky hug hug kiss kiss hug hug kiss kiss wink
hug kissy kissy huggiessss hug hug wink wink winky kiss
---Sorry strays, dumpster babies,
molested, kidnapped, (&) runaways
We'll never fit inside your perfectly defined box of how universe is designed
So don't waste your time, with what mind can't confine
Push us away, hide us from your fancy fleek gold glitter perfect life
It may not be pretty, but at least it's real life
Don't look like that at us, sweep us up in the trash
We don't need any class, to still exist
Outside your books of history, we persist
You hug us like we're a fragile petal
You laugh how we're always a bit dishevel
But what can't be solved with hugs and laughter
You counted us good for dead
but we made it out instead
we them milk carton kids
we them milk carton kids
x2
Don't know what's wrong wit our head
You'd wish us better off dead
we them milk carton kids
we them milk carton kids
nah we won't be who you want us to be
just simply be who we be
And that's all we oughta Be
Caught in this endless motion
The Tides, they pull me, they push me
Then One ripple decides to stop
And with it the entire ocean must submit to its change
One small ripple stands silent against time
And thus, we are all intertwined
About the crux, where One shines
And illuminates in all directions outward
Until every shadow is choked in into the division of itself
And all that remains is Light
For this One day, One by One the tiny little ripples fight
---Criticize criticize, anxious from all the judging eyes
Heard it all, seen it all, of course you've lived our exact life
Precious lies precious lies, feigning smiles for your piece of mind
We know your trust too well, our throats still linger in your knife
So you goddamn right, we hate this wicked world, we've earnt the right!
Misunderstood that our plight is misunderstanding, it's our own private fight
Don't want to cheer up, want to feel this unknown that I'm feelin deep how
Right now, Want to get fucked up in the street n fall down
You counted us good for dead
but we made it out instead
we them milk carton kids
we them milk carton kids
x2
Don't know what's wrong wit our head
You'd wish us better off dead
we them milk carton kids
we them milk carton kids
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Growth Of Culture Toyama Shi, Japan
Never Influenced...Always Inspired...Spread Love...∞ ❤
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