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a pretty mod CD collection
In the glovebox of her car
All the Blur and The Cure and Oasis cases
Tell me you get struck by stars

And I know
It's better
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
always should be
Time's tickin by but it doesn't concern me
I'm killin time with nothin to do yea
It's all I seem to think about or do
My soul is sound
Hook:
"Cause long as I'm alive I'm gonna live illegal" (x4)
-Shook Ones pt. 2 -Mobb Deep

Verse 1:
Take it to another level of mic murdering
I'm
cupcakes and puts on her jumper 
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother, 
She meets me in Piccadilly. 
A begging folk singer stands tall by
Crimson cardinal sees his life
Into the glass he flies
The perfect partner he does spy
A moment's glance of eyes
Reflections of a future love
hard and pushin weight by the sound 
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test 
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks 
Lo
the collection plate comes by
You put in a ten take back a five
You ain't right

Son, you ain't right
Say the least your different
A couple quarts shy,
We're models
There's me, there's you (Hoko ten)
In a pedestrian paradise
Where the catwalk got it's claws
A sub-culture, and a kaleidescope
that's where I'll take the fam
When the reflection joint is done
By the time you hear this, I'll be basking in african sun
Like wow!
We made it
We here
frightened glance
Promise not to cry
One tear's released the flood
Sorrow blinks to brightness of day

Be strong
I faked a smile
That crumbled
Under
hard and pushin weight by the sound 
You hit the I-10 and head west or we'll test 
Cause down in Twats, fuck the cops, killas packin glocks 
Lo
steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin' a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're nothin' nice"
They
on the line girl) 
Hey DJ (On the request line girl) 
Play the record by my favorite band 

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio 
So I called
on the line girl) 
Hey DJ (On the request line girl) 
Play the record by my favorite band 

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio 
So I called
and told me, "how long? How long?"

Silenced the voice of my heart now for years
I was perplexed by a fleeting blank stare
Biding my time until courage
a slingshot on Mars

But I'm here by the road, bound to the load
I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't
a slingshot on Mars

But I'm here by the road
Bound to the load
That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers who
your reflection

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
There is no king for the throne I seat
All by myself, so alone I leap
For the young boy, daddy
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)

Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
[Master P]
I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail
And holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer
And still got a ghetto
is
A collection of seconds that we watch go by
And some times for not and at sometimes for
But all times livin' with a question on ya mind
Pain
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
to be found by racing around,
You carry your pain wherever you go,
Full of blues, and tryin' to lose,
You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know.

So
teeming with the raw materials of life, transient cells of primordial slime, all naught but malleable and tractable clay to be worked at by unimaginable