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My love is a fever
My love is a fable
My love is jazz licks
Improvised by toddlers
Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme
And firelight

My love is
The knowledge that I can't be what you need
Is cutting off my air supply
And yet this information hasn't reached my heart
And that's why I still try

like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
(Lyrics by V. Frerich)
(Music by F. Krynojewski)

He feeds on the ones that died in the battle
When the sunlight sets, he creeps out of his cave
and more as time goes by
Those treasured gifts from other years
Are tarnished, lost or stained with tears
So Santa would you bring a new supply

I'll be
a fight. There'll be razors flyin' through the air.

Someone's slipping down the hall. Hush, my love, be quiet. Don't you make no noise at all. Meet you by
Trapped by my point of view
Locked in a waiting room where we are smothered desire
Lost in a notebook who's heartstrings sing out to you
Coming to terms
(oh yeah)
She said can I see you later (oh)
And love you just a little more? (9oh yeah)
I kinda hope we get stuck
Nobody gets out alive
She said
(oh yeah)
She said can I see you later (oh)
And love you just a little more? (9oh yeah)
I kinda hope we get stuck
Nobody gets out alive
She said
Eddie had a few days comin'
So he took a Las Vegas jaunt
Out to the land of supply and demand
Where you can get anything you want
He wasn't
relentless sifting through bodies seeking self
Settling through competitive combat for what's left on the shelf.
A mad melee of supply and demand driven by
Hustle big like Butch in the why-be	-I
We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
Hypnotized, not by
Little things, that you do,
That we shared,
Me and you,
Air I breathe, 
You supply me with such wonder stuff
Just one touch is all I need

hold hands and try so hard and maybe we'll start to see
That you and me we're not so crazy

Michael Bolton (never liked him)
Celine Dion
Air Supply
Bring out the charge of the love brigade
There is spring in the air once again
Drink to the sound of the song parade
There is music and love
the position never to be crossed out the game
Put all my trust in no man, so a bitch is out of the question
Headed for riches, gotta get it, fuck what'cha
Freeload, get the FUCK out of the truck
I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny
Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause
You got a big
the concrete?!"
Same thing with me, why'knahmean? I grew out of all of this
Instead of sayin, "Damn, he did this, he did this,"
just be like, "DAMN! He grew out
Backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning
Won't exist.
wanna go

'Cause it's all for the love of rock and roll
Hear my music in the air, and I'm losing control
I don't care what you heard, I don't care
we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
the trees
There's a scent in the air
I find it
And beauty everywhere

Some do find it
Wait to tomorrow
Other deny it
Wait to tomorrow
We all go
Here we are out of cigarettes holding hands and yawning look how late it gets
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light and too much in love to say
talking about is slanging and shooting off the scraps
OK, Mr. Freeload, get the fuck out of the truck
I love it how all you fucking rappers think it's so
I' m just a victim of time

Obsolete in my prime
Out-of-date and outclassed, by my past!
What did he love that there's none of?
What did I