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Dierks Bentley (Dierks Bentley) · Dierks Bentley (Dierks Bentley) · Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Lloyd Banks) · Bentley Rhythm Ace (Bentley Rhythm Ace) · Bentley Rhythm Ace (Bentley Rhythm Ace) · Beamer, Benz, or Bentley (DJ Cover This) · Fever [Domestic Only] (Kylie Minogue) · Dreamworks: Back to School Domestic Sampler (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Domestic Blues (Bap Kennedy) · Domestic Songs (Solveig Slettahjell) – and 90 other albums »


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Domestic no more crime play but still connected 
It's ethics calculated steps through geometrics 

Ways spinnin double Shades of base linin 97'
my feet in the cold stream of time
And I know I'm a dreamer, I know I'm out of line
With the people I see everywhere

The couples pass by me,
Straight bitch made
Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge
(What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin
with the cold shoulder 
Could you brush the dirt off for me, young soldier? 
And you can see in our eyes we high as fuck 
And you can tell by how were
to platinum cars, my click is that large
To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks
who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars
Yo,
[Chorus:]
Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Looking through the windows of my soul
I see, the true fan now I know (I know, I
chrystille, now you lady
Wanna do it again
To an end, in a couple (? )
Less than jeeps then bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cold
[Chorus]
Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Looking through the windows of my soul
I've seen the truth and now I know (I know,
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
fucked up tooth
It's fucka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium
I rarely hear no, like when niggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata's
I hope it's cold cause I'm comin' wit my heata
I'm on the Fleeta, doin one
a legend getting green lights 
Ain't no need for me to stop, now what it look like
And by myself you know I shine, such a sure site
If you the one, here's
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by