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Ghosts of porcelain waste
The innocence in faith
Through translucent eyes
In shifting shades of pale upon pale
Writhing across the neverwhere

Haunting reflections of the mirrored void
Is this the end of everything we love?
The wounds of life weaving the loom
Dwellers in the deep… worlds entombed

Of all the fragile, their desolate veins
Ravenous hearts, euphoric suffering
Poison of the well, where the black tongues sing
Intra Venus quickens
A curse of life
Bequeathed, gorging sanguine like cancer
They prey for blood, wretched are the gods
For the stillborn suns of never
They are the severed
The lifeline to end forever

Lanced, earthen flesh of enslavement…intravenous
Descending liquid shadows, all entwining
Their distant sights weaving the loom
Dwellers in the deep… drift below

To the ferryman’s drains
Seek a cure for the pain

The end of all we love and lust
In tainted flesh of doubt and corruption
Is it too late? Will death be my lover?
Will death be my lover?
And into ribs… crib, cradled, caressed
A moment between black talons, blessed
Consciousness, a breath… regret
Clarity come forth, is there salvation?

Haunting reflections of the mirrored void
Is this the end of everything we love?
Wounds of life wield the strength to rise
Dwellers in the deep, dream of hope, only hope

The end of everything we love
The end of everything we love

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 1]
Got it snowin’ in the city I’m bout to change the weather
So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seen feathers
So many pussies hating on me, I just want the love
Hottest niggas in the city me and Mr. Rug
Young niggas paper’d up that’s straight from water whippin’
Hey, between me and you the wrong trippin’
Two 50 in my pocket, I’m a walking lick
Went crazy at the lot bitch I’m a lunatic
My nigga Blu got secrets he will never tell
Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale
Indicator like I’m Mike, I’m fucking around with Jody
One time for raw, seen it at my fucking wardie
One time for Ross go tell ’em free the goat
Tell him in the 305, bitch I’m in on a boat
Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White
[?] on wheels and they all white

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Hit that cookie money on my Oakland shit
40 on a nigga I blow this bitch
When I shoot I don’t miss or I net that bitch
Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch
Too much money on me, bring that firepower
Knife on the chopper they think that Michael Myers got ’em
The rap fold I’ma go platinum still
Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills
I’m from Detroit, baby that’s a wild city
Hop on to that block party give the crowd 50
Aye Dex, when I hear that huh I know I hit it
I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin’
Pay and Peezy let’s come together this our city
Jeezy in the A, you fuck with Meech that’s our nigga
Rest in Peace to Great Lake Ruler Darnell Lindsay
Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyard Grizzley

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 1]
Got it snowin’ in the city I’m bout to change the weather
So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seen feathers
So many pussies hating on me, I just want the love
Hottest niggas in the city me and Mr. Rug
Young niggas paper’d up that’s straight from water whippin’
Hey, between me and you the wrong trippin’
Two 50 in my pocket, I’m a walking lick
Went crazy at the lot bitch I’m a lunatic
My nigga Blu got secrets he will never tell
Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale
Indicator like I’m Mike, I’m fucking around with Jody
One time for raw, seen it at my fucking wardie
One time for Ross go tell ’em free the goat
Tell him in the 305, bitch I’m in on a boat
Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White
[?] on wheels and they all white

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Hit that cookie money on my Oakland shit
40 on a nigga I blow this bitch
When I shoot I don’t miss or I net that bitch
Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch
Too much money on me, bring that firepower
Knife on the chopper they think that Michael Myers got ’em
The rap fold I’ma go platinum still
Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills
I’m from Detroit, baby that’s a wild city
Hop on to that block party give the crowd 50
Aye Dex, when I hear that huh I know I hit it
I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin’
Pay and Peezy let’s come together this our city
Jeezy in the A, you fuck with Meech that’s our nigga
Rest in Peace to Great Lake Ruler Darnell Lindsay
Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyard Grizzley

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 1: Casanova]
Say you a thot, I’m a thot too
Say you love me, but fucked the whole crew
Take a shot, I’ma take two
Let me show you what that D’usse do
I can turn up on a Tuesday too
Let me show you what that D’usse do
I can turn up on a Tuesday too
Let me show you what that D’usse do

[Chorus: Casanova & Chris Brown]
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (yeah)
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
(Do, do, do, do, do)
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (ow)
Hit it with the left, right

[Verse 2: Casanova]
That’s my word, you a bad bitch
I heard you eat your rice and cabbage
You could have the cash and the plastic
But tonight I gotta have it
Got that D’usse in my cup
Put my tongue in it, I don’t give a fuck
I ain’t lyin’, girl, I’m a champ
I’ma beat the pussy up
Long back out, make her tap out
Hit the strip club, throw a stack out
Sippin’ D’usse ’til we black out
We ain’t even get to make it to my trap house
Head so good, I fuck around and pull a cheque out

[Chorus: Casanova & Chris Brown]
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (yeah)
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
(Do, do, do, do, do)
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (ow)
Hit it with the left, right

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
She want me to put my pants down, wanna know what’s up
When I pull it out, you gon’ suck it or you tryna fuck?
Bitches gettin’ reckless, I’m tryna pull out all the stops
Gotta give you props, she a thot, fuck it, I’m a thot
Tell me where you’re from, these your panties and the top on the floor
Yeah, I know where to put my tongue to make that pussy moan
Here I go, now your bitch, she not answerin’ her phone
Yeah, I know that you waitin’ for that bitch but she ain’t home, yeah, I know
Damn, when I hit her with’ it
Got her fuckin’ with them scans, yeah, she know the digits
Hit her with that left, right, gave that bitch the business
I’m the pipe in the sex like it the bigger difference, yeah

[Chorus: Casanova & Chris Brown]
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (yeah)
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
(Do, do, do, do, do)
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (ow)
Hit it with the left, right

[Verse 4: Fabulous]
I say, ladee dadee, we both a thottie
We both lookin’ for trouble, we mixin’ in the party, yeah
She like to suck it, put them hickies on your body, yeah
I like to fuck and put this dick inside her body, yeah
Up, down, up, down, left, right, left, right
What’s the code for the night? I’m on the road for the night
Even a good girl could be a hoe for the night
Come blow on the mic, that’s the flow that I like, yeah
One, two, one, two
You the finish line that I want to run through
Gimme that feedback, yeah, I need that
It’s feelin’ like the Party Tour, bitch, feed that, and then I

[Chorus: Casanova & Chris Brown]
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (yeah)
Hit it with the left, right (ooh)
(Do, do, do, do, do)
So I, hit it with the left, right (ooh)
Hit it with the left, right (ow)
Hit it with the left, right