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Fuel Die Like This

me again I never wanna cry like this Die like this" No more favors my old friend I never wanna cry like this Die like this Cry like this And die

call on me again I never want to cry like this Die like this No more favors my old friend I never want to cry like this Die like this And so we danced

the grappling hook, Lets fine the bottom of this cave and close the book! The salt on my lips is an enzyme, That metabolizes reality, To fuel these

: It starts with pain Followed by hate Fueled by the endless questions no one can answer A stain covers your heart, and tears you apart Just like a sleeping

up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch

begun, this is page one. Man, meet your maker, I give you The Author. He may seem familiar because he looks like your mirror. You've lied like a lawyer

: How crass you stand before me With no blood to fuel your fame How dare you weild such flippancy without requisite shame Your very existence becomes

night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this

night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this