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ARCHITECTS lyrics - Hollow Crown

Follow The Water

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Can I blame it on you? I just can't win Two years spent wondering through the loneliest of minds Can't seem to find a good excuse this time, for me and for this to fall apart Shall I blame it on myself, or this routine that I've been stuck in? I've lost count of how many times I've tried to get out of this routine But it's holding so tight I just can't handle another day of this I just can't win Get me out alive Oh God, I mean it These are violent days for you and me I just can't handle another day of this routine Two years spent wondering through the loneliest of minds I've found my excuse this time Your words are wearing me down A constant frown upon my back Follow the water Drain the lake and bring it back to me

The Book Of Soul

AB-SOUL "Control System"
Your momma told me read the book of Job They shoulda called it the book of soul I came into this hurtful earth in perfect health Caught Steven Johnson syndrome when I was ten years old Internal and external fever 80% fatality rate at that time Ain't that some shit Severe pink eye My eyes swollen shut For like two or three months It still bright as fuck And I even lost my lip skin Grew back darker than it's original pigment Skin disfigured from boils and blisters Unidentifiable by my little sister Come to think of it, I could've got a crazy check The shrink thought I'd be traumatized, but I'm alright My first years of junior high school were not alright Them dimes wouldn't give me no time No, not a nod I mean not even you We eventually got cool But I was nobody You was the hottest hottie in the school But the world to me Not saying that cause I'm your dude I'm glad I got to watch the woman that you blossomed too Ironic we always had the same classes I copied off your work And you ain't always had the right answers but it worked Mama, thanks a lot Probably wouldn't have graduated had you not Somewhere down the line, we became an item The love was in the air like this flight I'm lightin' The first few years was so excitin' Got deeper in this rap and started pushing shit back My money got funny You wanted to go on dates I had a Soundwave beat tape tryna be Drake Could've spent every minute with you but I had to get it For me and you You sing too so you knew the business I know it was hard but you stayed down My fam had doubts You told me you was proud I did some things, you did some things Always came back together We knew the only way to make it work was work together Seven whole years, seven whole years It was supposed to end with our grandkids Luckily for me I'm used to being cut short But I'm such a nice guy, why Lord? Why Lori? Why'd you have to take her from me? Guess you needed your angel face for all of heaven to see Your picture still on my mirror and it's so scary I swear I still ain't looked at your obituary So now I'm so doped up I think I'm flying I hope the spliff will never finish I guess the Mayans wasn't lying 2012 my world ended You used to say that I could see the future You was wrong, cause you was in it And I was just with you the day before You said you loved me, I said I loved you more And as much I wanna cower and bid the mic adieu And fall off a fucking tower tryna find you I gotta stay cause I remember that day I looked you in the face and told you nothing can stop me Not even you Stick to the plan I'll meet you at our spot If reincarnation is true and we don't get too lost Even if you forget me and everything you left behind I never lied I love you in a place where there's no space and time I close my eyes and I can still hear you singing loud We never got to tell them who The Love Religion was about I ain't finna stage a cry in this rhyme Signed Sincerely yours I live to let you Shine [Interlude] Everything I love most get taken away My momma and music is next And if that happens before I turn 28 Then I'm going out with Curt Cobain I still believe in God, we jut ain't never spoke Unless we talkin symbolically then I might agree But if you really wanna look at it that way then Hey man God don't like me I refuse to believe that But what's acceptable is anything's possible But nobody special My ma took my TV, - took my radio Now I'm on TV and on the radio Don't be dethroned by these systems of control Just keep your fingers crossed and keep them locks off your soul [x2] (Soul!)

Choctaw Bingo

JAMES MCMURTRY "Saint Mary Of The Woods"
Strap them kids in, give 'em a little bit of vodka In a cherry coke, we're goin' to Oklahoma To the family reunion for the first time in years It's up at uncle Slaton's 'cause he's getting' on in years. No longer travels but he's still pretty spry Not much on talk and he's too mean to die And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and from west Arkansas It'll be one big old party like you've never saw. Uncle Slaton's got his texan pride Back in the thickets with his asian bride He's got an airstream trailer and a Holstein cow Still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how. Plays that Chocktaw bingo every Friday night You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala Caught a great big old bluecat on a driftin' jugline. Sells his hardwood timber to the chippin' mill Cooks that crystal meth because his shine don't sell He cooks that crystal meth because his shine don't sell You know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell. My cousin Roscoe, Slaton's oldest boy From his second marriage up in Illinois He's raised in East St Louis by his mamma's people Where they do things different thought he'd come on down. He's goin' to Dallas Texas in a semi truck Caught from that big Mcdonalds, you know that one thats built up on that Big old bridge across the Will Rogers turnpike Took the big cabin exit stopped and bought a carton of cigarets. At that indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke rings In the Cherokee nation hit Muskogee late that night Somebody ran the stoplight at the Shawnee bypass Roscoe tried to miss him but he didn't quite. Bob and Mae come up from some little town Way down by Lake Texoma where he coaches football They were two A champions now for for two years running But he says they won't be this year, no they wont be this year. And he stopped off in Tushka at the pop knife and gun place Bought a SKs rifle and a couple full cases of that Steel core ammo with the berdan primers From some east bloc nation that no longer needs 'em. And a desert eagle thats one great big old pistol I mean fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews And some surplus tracers for that old BAR Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're gonna have us a time We're gonna have us a time. Ruth-Anne and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs That's one hell-raisin' town way down in south eastern Kansas Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store That's got Rolling Stones lips up there in bright pink neon And they're right downtown where everyone can see 'em And they burn all night, you know they burn all night You know they burn all night. Ruth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches And those skinny little halters and they're second cousins to me Man, I don't care I want to get between 'em With a great big ol' hard on like a old bois d'arc fence post You could hang a pipe rail gate from do some sister twisters 'Til the cows come home and we'd be havin' us a time. Uncle Slaton's got his texan pride Back in the thickets with his asian bride He's got a corner pasture and an acre lots He sells them owner financed strictly to them. It's got no kind of credit 'cause he knows they're slackers And they'll miss that payment and he takes it back Plays that Choctaw bingo every Friday night He drinks his Johnny Walker at that club 69 We're gonna strap those kids in give em a lil bit of Benadryl And a cherry coke we're goin' to Oklahoma, we're gonna have us a time We're gonna have us a time.

Can I Holla At Ya

J. COLE "Truly Yours"
Can I holla at you? Lemme holla at you. [Verse 1: Special] Never forget the day I met you We was destined for each other like a, Son to his mother or a sister and brother, man this bond is deep We go a couple years and don’t even speak, but know it’s love though Could never let em’ dirty your name I got the utmost respect for you, Came back home and had to check for you, Word 'round town is you locked down Some older niggas snatched you up gave you a rock now Damn, hey could it be, she like “if you was me you wouldn’t wait for me Living fast you wouldn’t mash the brakes for me” Big city slicker nigga on a higher track Bigger now but when she send a letter always write her back And time revealed, she feels that she settled too soon While she see me go for mines and she admire that We speak about time as if we could just buy it back If only it was that simple, damn I miss you [Hook] Can I holla at you, Can I holla at you, Lemme holla at you, Yeah I know its been a while, but ain’t no better time than now Can I holla at you, Can I holla at you, Ay, let me holla at you Yeah I know its been a while, but [Verse 2: J. Cole] You betrayed me, The day you played my momma you played me Can’t believe I let you in my heart nigga I should’ve, followed my instincts a stranger in my house Only five years old but sensed danger in my house I was too young too scrap you but damn if I ain’t want to I'm blowing up fast and I hope these words haunt you Uh, thirteen years knew you more then my real pops Put me on to ‘Pac, and all the rappers that killed cops Who would’ve thought you’d leave my momma high and dry Last words to a bitch nigga “why you lie?” Feeling bitter so these words might seem jumbled When you left I watched that lady crumble I know by now you probably a old man, But I still I feel I won’t be satisfied until we throw hands For all the ass whoppin's Heard you tryna’ talk to, tell that punk don’t call me You ain’t shit and I’m scared it rubbed off on me [Hook] [Verse 3: J. Cole] I heard you on that shit I hope it ain’t true Was hard to holla at you last time I came through Could barely recognize you, naw nigga this ain’t you Cause you ain’t lookin’ like that nigga that I once knew And plus you act like you don’t know me We was homies, now you call me by my rap name See me do my thing, so you expecting me to act strange Ain't holla'ed but you on my mind nigga I dont forget the good times nigga White tee’s in the club, jeans baggy as fuck Sometimes I look back on my life, that was the happiest stuff You had potential to be monumental, ville mentality You know that old kill or be killed mentality I look at where you at now it’s a, real fatality Cause where you supposed to be is on top, close to me Chasin’ hoes like the old days, But now we overseas, dawg Congratulations on your seat Yo my nigga can I holla at you? [Hook]

Do You Swear To Tell The Truth The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth So Help Your Black Ass

When I was six years old my sister Alyson Asked for a stove for her birthday A miniature one you could actually cook with And my mom was nice and she bought one Alyson needed a reason to bake something Barged in my room and she grabbed me She said: "I made a cake and we're going next door To sam weinstein's and you're getting married" The cake was burned It tasted gross She made me kiss him On the mouth Now I am 33 Unmarried happily No plans in life and I'm planning to keep it that way I do kissing with only one mission Do you like to kiss? then you have my permission And I have already spent too much time Doing things I didn't want to So if I just want to make out all the time You can bet your black ass that I'm going to When I was nine I was kind of a loser The kids in my class didn't like me Melanie chow was the meanest of all And my mom made me go to her party Nobody talked to me I sat there quietly Drawing with crayons on a napkin A picture of melanie skewered with a pitchfork Her legs getting eaten by lions The cake was good I took some home I had a party In my room Now I have friends and I'm not such a loser But I go to bars all alone and I sit there And order red wine and I write and I like being alone around people Yes that's how I like it And I've already spent too much time Doing things I didn't want to So if I wanna sit here and write and drink wine You can bet your black ass that I'm going to Yes I come here often Sure I'll have another one Yes I come here often Sure I'll have another one But I don't have to talk to you When I was 17 I was a blowjob queen Picking up tips from the masters I was so busy perfecting my art I was clueless to what they were after Now I'm still a blowjob queen (far more selectively) I don't make love now to make people love me But I don't mind sharing my gift with the planet We're all gonna die and a blowjob's fantastic And When I was 25 I was a rock star But it didn't pay too well I had to strip on the side Of the road to get ready for shows and the cars driving by Baby they'd never know What a bargain they'd gotten And if I'm forgotten I'm perfectly happy with all that has happened And I still get laughed at but it doesn't bother me I'm just so glad to hear laughter around me And I've already spent too much time Doing things I didn't want to So if I want to drink alone dressed like a pirate Or look like a dyke Or wear high heels and lipstick Or hide in a convent Or try to be mayor Or marry a writer Smoke crack and slash tires Make jokes you don't like Or paint ducks and retire You can bet your black ass that I'm going to

Public Service Announcement (Interlude)

JAY-Z "The Black Album"
This is a public service announcement Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records "Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording, as a living testiment and recollection of history in the making during our generation." [Jay-Z] Allow me to re-introduce myself My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'! Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire I be the, music biz number one supplier Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right Hov', OH - not D.O.C. But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better" I check cheddar like a food inspector My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast" So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this I shoot at you actors like movie directors [laughing] This ain't a movie dog (oh shit) "Now before I finish, let me just say I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm GONE! And I don't care WHAT you think about me - but just remember, when it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now, you'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you JACK!" [Jay-Z] Ving ain't lie I done came through the block in everything that's fly I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex I never claimed to have wings on Nigga I get mine - by any means on whenever there's a drought Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me lyin as if, I am a different man And I could blame my environment but there ain't no reason why I be buyin expensive chains Hope you don't think users are the only abusers niggaz Gettin high within the game If you do then, how would you explain? I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins I got a hustler spirit, nigga period Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer No matter where you go, you are what you are player And you can try to change but that's just the top layer Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here Only God can judge me, so I'm gone Either love me, or leave me alone

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