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I can make no sense out of these things that I do
And I still put myself through this version of hell
Just put you through it too 

Yes, I know I
looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the Spanish city to me when we were kids

She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
She
locket she said remember me by this
She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of the dust and diesel I stood and watched
locket she said remember me by this
She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of dust and diesel I stood and watched her
remember me by this
She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of the dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away
I
planned

Oh Juanita somebody betrayed me
They've given me ten years to life
Juanita I need you to save me
I promise I'll make you my wife

I got
on your face
I’ve gotta question your intentions.
You’re playing this one by the book.
Which of the version you're preaching from?
That song you once ?

I
surrounded by body guards 
Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard 
Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour 
But you just can't
and her then this one, insensitivity
Talk bad religion, skin identity
Lack rash decision made by yours
Pack facility with the urban boy
Gun admitted he
da 
Todamamatodamama da da da da 

All the signals that I'm sendin I'll keep sending them and on the constanttillionth time, I'll make you mine
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
of the Robbin in the Hood

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3 ]
Two of us are black, and one of us is jewish
Korean, spanish, but why do we do this?
We grew up together in
(That's how the east side gets down, word up!)

(4:30 in the morning, Mira
You know what I mean, Mira
Let's get this money sorted and counted,
still get paid
Extra probably, fuck a robbery
I'm the boss
Promise you won't rob 'em, I promise
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed

Niggas
make niggaz walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho
Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my Spanish and French

Okay, I
all on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
I know they gone feel it like they tank on E
I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me
'Cause can't
maybe black, maybe Spanish
Had a little vocal, only in the choir
Says she loves Jesus, and she has good credit
Few months in said, "I'm makin' you my
different now, I ain't the same man I was
Hi, how are you doing? I'm new and improved with even less to lose
A collector's edition version of a virgin drink
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
some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like
some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got
every mess; one man's trash, you know the rest, live it.
Pitching a battered platform out of mass hysterics perished in the blizzard. When it's finished I
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like
cause my true love is poetry
I don't know what you thought hops but chief I've got tall props see
This be thee rebuttal version
To mister academic who