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shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
crushing 'the lincoln'!
Now, the man in the checkered suit, well,
Without his car he went screaming off into the desert at sunset
All the way
You end up sittin' in a second hand store
On display in a window
Wind up sittin' in the bottom of a drawer
Any way the wind blows
So you
Any way that the cold wind blows
I'll go cause you're in my home
Be leaving and I won't look back
Gone with my life, I can't save my past
Any way
Any way that the cold wind blows
I'll go 'cause you ruined my home
Be leaving and I won't look back
Follow my life, I can't save my past
Any way that
a hurricane
Typhoon, or cyclone, and any who step will get their heads flown
Cause yo, we take this industry by storm
Now when the wind blow
Noah flood water
by day (takin' it day by day)
Livin' any way I choose (livin' any way I choose)
Oh, you heard that I'm a rolling stone? (Heard that I'm a rolling
[Layzie Bone]
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
A yo we aint always been accepted like this till (Listen to the wind blow)
A nigga got dat Grammy
Open
beautiful
But the wind turns cold
I don't recommend growing older
What's the job, Mrs. Johnson?
I can start right away
Glad to help, Mrs. Johnson
I get two
of the knights
went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):
all over to a face I can trust
You don't know where the wind's gonna blow
And since you can't take it with you ]
Better give it away before you go
to Afghanistan
By the same hand of the Sackler clan, stole their China
White in plain sight for some Adavan, rice eaters
Hopping mad from the chaff blow back, so
Make Everything clright
Words By Pete Odera, Music By Johnson Omonije & Pete Odera
Verse 1
I remember when I first saw you
It was a cloudy cugust
flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gang bangers at the B boy shows
With the cops trying to control
the lexus sport a fat cable
Never hold nothing back, I get the stress off my chest
Fell this so all the envious hear this
I catch wreck any punk in my way
Our face, stop draining, blow Satan
Moving up and moving west
Can I ruffle any rest?
Everywhere I go I'm gon' ride on
Moving on, this is the test
Can I
the envious hear this
I catch wreck any punk in my way I'm banded (Why E?)
Cause I'm the last man standin
Hook:
"Whatever it takes how ever it
come true
But my voice is forgotten
A passerby walks by, and then disappears
The wind keeps howling
I'm walking, not seeing you
Not seeing anything
any day
You picking fear, and it’s clear by the way
It’s better if you keep it to yourself now
It’s better if you’re bettering yourself now
Please
When I first saw you baby
I wonder if you felt
The way I feel about you girl
When I saw you pass by
I couldn't see any reason
Why we shouldn't
Heavenly Morning, I look out my window
and any way that the wind blows is just fine by me
Cause I’ve got a captain who gets me out of rough waters
a blessing, I proclaim
Go to battle with nothing but war paint
And the team that I was gifted with
We a fasho thang
Check the ranks, any day we gon' blow
feel this groove
Sip a drink, take off your shoes
I am a Wandering Soul
Searching for my home
I’m am Wandering Soul
Traveling any way the wind blows
oh
on your grandma's shirt
But what does a man in tights know about that
Well I do know belts don't go on your hat
Couldn't blow the king dead but
At least
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