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His Hero Is Gone Like Weeds

words whisper lightly into newborn virgin ears: "Our truth is the truth. Seek no solace in finding roots" But the shadows have foes & like weeds we

get madd ass love I show you the rapper that's sick of this song We'll straight up toss his ass And if he flossin' cash and jewelry Rip it off his ass

, a weed is no more than a red rose in disguise [CHORUS] [Repeat] [VERSE THREE] In this world, death is certain but guess what life is not So seen as though life is

his life in this dope game cocaine He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man I see tears in his sista and his momma eye His

you the rapper that's sick of this song We'll straight up toss his ass And if he flossin cash and jewelry, rip it off his ass, keep walkin fast. Thuggish

you the rapper that's sick of this song We'll straight up toss his ass And if he flossin cash and jewelry, rip it off his ass, keep walkin fast. Thuggish

our hero seems to be dreaming in peace, a dark chapter unfolds storing Scott into the most eery and unstable part of his imagination. So intense he cannot tell his

our hero seems to be dreaming in peace, a dark chapter unfolds storing Scott into the most eery and unstable part of his imagination. So intense he cannot tell his

Look, a weed is no more than a red rose in disguise [CHORUS] [Repeat] [VERSE THREE] In this world, death is certain but guess what life is not So seen as though life is