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of Sex Pistols (The Collection)
New Jeresy Album of Bon Jovi
Keep The Faith Album of Bon Jovi
Misc lyrics of Sandra
Misc Lyrics of Possessed
Happy
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection
a great body, but your record collection sucks

I'm afraid that I'll never learn to live
With what you call "alternative"
Unplugged albums and charity
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the One World Album. It has also been released on The Country Roads Collection album
on the Reflections and The Country Roads
Collection Albums.

Born on a quiet morning
Just a dream in someone's eyes
A dream that's like a promise meant to be
Giving
The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD) and The John Denver Collection - Rocky Mountain High albums.

Raven's child
Is chasing salvation
Black beak turned
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the flower that shattered the stone album, and has also been released on the stonehaven
and The Country Roads Collection Albums.

You know sometimes I can't get to sleep at night
I can't quiet my heart or my mind
I toss and turn, I ache and burn
I get
and The Country Roads Collection Albums.

You know sometimes I can't get to sleep at night
I can't quiet my heart or my mind
I toss and turn, I ache and burn
I get
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)

Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album
Ratin latent, and perpetratin 

My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes 

You get frantic, New York City, run and panic 

California, I switch
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

My, first album had no famous guest
primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
(Certified Wise)
Somethin' I take very seriously (I sensualise, Certified Wise)

Every songs a collection of kids charmed lives
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