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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