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So many different versions of a word that's been distorted Twisted into something that it's not Yeah love's just an expression, No I don't think
the clowns To make us smile, Through space and time Always another show Wondering where I am Lost without you, And being apart ain't easy On this love
with the girl next door Picture this, we were both caught making love on the bathroom floor [another version: Picture this, we were both butt naked,
love for Chico anybody else we do not vibe I think niggas try to flip the old school shit too much I think I put there like Mcnabb with a nice touch I
never feel right in a tie and suit 501s and a plain white tee I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD That's just life growin' up in south central I been
mean that kid That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine A fuckin' shame, duke's a lame,
mean that kid That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine A f***in' shame, duke's a lame,
gone. Hauling around our memories. Every corner a display of our life. A life I assume will never be the same again. No signs, no clues. A game that I
the weight splashes inside and keeps falling no smiles, beauty hidden for protection until trampled by shuffling feat until a new season arrives and brings
a calling that isn't enforced by me Cause I'm free from a GQ Maxim Playboy establishment Christ is the man I strive to be like and that's no accident My dad
on a train, I see a pretty dame and I wonder what her name is, For' I even get there the question on my brain is, Do you love the Lord do you live to make
of the pie throw your summers in the sky, no love lost baby the future is so bright...(kill the television x3) Nothing says charm like an armored car
by life, while suffocating inside a poor version of one. Grip the match, set the fire. Don't save a thing. Rebirth. Reborn. Now this is progress.
I mean I only want better for myself Sometimes I even want better for y’all I swear, there’s no love in hip hop Irony, not even on love and hip hop
back to the stash crib Joey Crack baggin' up cracks One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid! [Chorus] Word life, I'll be the infamous Who leaks
mired by sluts I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate All your version predicates Done as well as you pronunciate In the (west)?,we're gonna
love to kill me Time to pry open the truth Apply pliers to my own broken tooth DIY or die, no health care benefits You could spare me the ‘'I know,
As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts I question mark your heart, punctuate your fate All your version predicates Done as well as you
it? Yes, sir We rep the Lord truly We heading straight ahead Man, we ain’t tryin’ to hit no U-y Man, they can’t do nothing to me We don’t look
versions of Feeding of the 5000 By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist? It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle. * If