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and more talent. 
And they're actually really, really nice. 

I'm losing my edge. 

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by
and more talent. 
And they're actually really, really nice. 

I'm losing my edge. 

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by
and more talent. 
And they're actually really, really nice. 

I'm losing my edge. 

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by
from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn’t bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not a bad ticker but I’m clocking
poppa doc I see
Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn’t bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not
poppa doc I see
Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn’t bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not
from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn’t bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not a bad ticker but I’m clocking
the dusk
Of the musk of a squid
Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib

Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song
from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn’t bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not a bad ticker but I’m clocking
from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn’t bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not a bad ticker but I’m clocking
poppa doc I see
Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn’t bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not
know you love the way it's going down!)
I hit up a green light crossing and I am passing
On the road to riches, 4 by 4 riding over ditches
Next with
it now
I can't fuck wit the rest of you clowns faggot

(Hitchcock)

I am the silence before the storm Lincoln Park to Audubon
Slang rock
it now
I can't fuck wit the rest of you clowns faggot

(Hitchcock)

I am the silence before the storm Lincoln Park to Audubon
Slang rock
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be