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Title Fight Shed

faith in the friendships I have made Drag you down and put you in your place Shed your skin, change your face Shed your skin Find a better body to fit in Shed

Feeling like a bag of bones Shriveled up and cold Nineteen years old And draining out all of my insides On the floor every night Is supposed to make

The mountains surrounding Mark the boundaries you're not meant to leave I'll stay far away But to keep my place I want to write our names on a golden

faith in the friendships I have made Drag you down and put you in your place Shed your skin, change your face Shed your skin Find a better body to fit in Shed

I drive by things en route to your place I knew you'd think that if we're twenty-three On your porch sweet talking with me And I'm thinking, what am

Talking to myself But I can't hear over your mouth I'm thinking out loud What's keeping around What's keeping me chained down to changing sounds Your

See my breath with every word Frozen in time looking back at me Can still be heard Looking out from a window sill My conscience surrounding In everything

nerves bad and your eyes red and saggin Staggerin in the door drunk Pushin my accusations about them hoes Time to flaunt I was sure you was messing around We start to fight

mama) you've held it down and you're well on your way to the top (you doin your thing)...But there's something you forgot! Rick Ross: I shed tears