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Hope Of The States Four

I've had enough of loyalty oaths and religious revivals The gamblers debt, security checks And the fight for survival I'm getting out of this town It'

I've had enough of loyalty oaths and religious revivals The gamblers debt, security checks And the fight for survival I'm getting out of this town It

s glory, hustlin' of their visions, to first class ported, and that's accordin' and I was corgile on my first formal, tryin' make a mill' comin' off a four

another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously. "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you

can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope

respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it Take off my jacket, hope you can match it When the DJ go scratch up the bounce I hope you could

a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states

nigga that hated, every single bar gettin first forty-eighted In the state of euphoria feelin so sedated. The me and bitch the same were feel so related, (?) in stated

she needn't worry; I wasn't chasing a girl to rock right I was chasing the warm glow of a spotlight City after city, state to state We were just three