E. G || @eg.soh3 | | The {@mail.com}
July 12, 1993 | Crown Prince of Hip-Hop.
Protestant Catholic Saint

\\don't worry bout a word, I got you right now is the lips, on how we verb\\
loving you sweetheart is the symphony, gimme once, an overture...

(if I knew the Word, I'd write the whole thing down, cause "'Bloomin'g" is the thing
don't worry bout it girl I know the back way down cause, for you I like to sing...)

I love you babe 'AND', I.
Always will you know blooming is the thing.
I know the route and wrote the whole thing down for scorpions, and bling.//

Little4Lyrics for the, Little "Things You Said" with some C-Graded Acoustic Guitar, in D.
i dont believe in dreams anymore


You want me God? saying to myself, Lord, then
What color is the sky?
I can get a lot of love from a lot of stranger men but, I just can't get a ride out of anything much ever anymore again, much more, without my blunt lit for sure, oh wow dude, peace and justice have you and so blue, too stay feeling fine... lemme sing with ya bout us, how we feel tonight, come the end of the morning, I even write it down, live in the poetry, to outlive the poet, right - it's my soul for the shining, be well. We care about you, care for what you do and you know it
Rest in Power when you sleep and when you die Rest in Peace, as I might live and my cousin grows according to history grim to the details of plush but tiller over to faux label mentioned, deceased I remember my reflection exactly to a perfect understanding to my initial increase and re-release, the mystery is ThDjeep and the spooky seat, she makes me me, forever gonna be a tru, fu*king G, this life's for me and was always here for the was gonna be, real guess then it's gonna be, keepers keep, it's all too sweet, and me...width all about the Indian it's the weight of the wood and how it's thinned, must be the ouzo in the jungle juice, past goes by girl I still missed you: funny you should come in cobalt blue to marry someway, angelic figure perfect small face, I've done it all before oh for goodness sakes. She's exactly like death in these my loving fatherly glorious--eyes of lullabies of dreadful designs of the evil's rise to the misers' liar in lying lies, truth affects the mind but we all feel better in time, play on...cause no God hung there and our Lord God in the Flesh didn't die---

(B3)Chess.
I met you Jesus, Christ.

it's Roll, on loves the leaves like you can write a better .com, bubble business ain't just freeing form, form from form semi, lYFe, freeing me it's the Dime of The g., and what you got from the Rent last week if you used to hold that slut in her heart like me, I'm the Farthest Out, darker Breed who admires his Glee to the point of his Penis's peace and the reason is me for where I stand on the Carpet is Lice with the Moose and not the light Flames that catch chase to the mans who escapes those plans, swear to God Emily, I won't ever find this Again, to put stupid in Lens since my Dad asked me some more and Dad's stay lit cause they be smokin'g again, you've say til the end and I'm planning on some other dying stopping some other righteous end and I weighted out purple to hemn to redesign on the BOW if you might capture me now then, you dough we plow versus, crown and God Up to you doping out gowns, I'm good but I'm drown, love you by the pound like milky almonds muskeeters twix reeses twizzers and mounds, like hanging by my knees in the feet seat all upside down, Prisoners' 'Out', Lady how'd they figure me, now?