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Pickin' on Melissa Etheridge: A Bluegrass Tribute (Pickin' On) · Melissa Etheridge [Deluxe Edition] (Melissa Etheridge) · Melissa Etheridge (Melissa Etheridge) · Pickin' on Melissa Etheridge: A Bluegrass Tribute (The Sidekicks) · Melissa Etheridge (Melissa Etheridge) · Melissa Etheridge (Melissa Etheridge) · Melissa Etheridge (Melissa Etheridge) · Souvenirs, Souvenirs [Hoogan] (Johnny Hallyday) · Souvenirs Souvenirs [Excalibur] (Johnny Hallyday) · Souvenirs, Souvenirs (Johnny Hallyday) – and 90 other albums »


metal in the fist
Smoking seven kinds of pepper and shit
Veteran shit, give Melissa Etheridge a dick
Stroke pussy like a cat lover
My kids are mixed
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live 
With days gone by when our hearts had all to give 
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live 
With dreams you
mercy
Heaven is where my phone lives (heaven is where my phone lives)
In my pocket, so cozy; oh what a joy replies give
It seems Melissa's babysittin'
mercy
Heaven is where my phone lives (heaven is where my phone lives)

In my pocket, so cozy; oh what a joy replies give
It seems Melissa's
cracked beneath the midday sun
You've dragged your shadow round these streets too long
There is no cover
Come stay, we'll live gazebo lives

And let
Time passes by,
And all that's left behind,
And the days of eternity.
There's no souvenirs.
Still the statue stands,
Bleeding scars of humility.
And they
cuts
But if it gets you, then you’re weak
'Cause we were here and it ain’t broken us
Still as close and stayed by her side when no one was
Like when
a little souvenir of my wicked ways

[Chorus]
I would rather die fast than to ever live slow
Father forgive me what my mother don’t know
The scratch
And the Good book to live by

Some say his heart is big
All though his fortune's small
I don't have a lot, he'd smile and say
But lord I have it all

A rembrandt
shit that you got to say
But to hear me rap, ya gotta pay
'Cause you heard it before and it ain't no lie
That two Live music will never die!

Check
I've got no place to go.
Spend a life time searching for a reason,
Find the answer in the changing season.
By tomorrow
All the sorrow disappears.
On this here street where I do sit
Lives a man we can't forgive
His felony was jealousy
An impossible personality 
And if you think it's you then
way to ever get you back

The greatest land animal killed for a foot of ivory
Will your children live to see one
Or witness decimation by tyranny
Giving into love and sharing my time
Letting someone into my misery
I told it all step by step
How I landed on the island
And how I swam across
Take a knee to the Gods and get horse shit
Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it
Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred
Shit will get in your head
are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home. 

You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
Your man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't
There's no way she'll allow you to live
Swallow the fight, inhale the night
There's not much else left for you to give

Who's leaving (who's leaving) ?
of the Bathing Ape
No holds barred, bar none, I'ma raise the stake

I was raised by a pack of werewolves in the woods
Grew up studying Mobb Deep, 'Give Up
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine