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our briefcases while you weren't looking! yes, harry! that's right! and we've actu
Been able to reproduce ourselves that way...for years, harry, but you
maybe that's just how
It's supposed to be
You were my number one
And maybe that is what
You'll always be
You think you found the one
But we both know
we are I see one now
And it's snaking through the town, stop the car and set us down
Hey Hey, it's a long way down the line
We're standing by
from that North, N-A-W-F
North Atlanta, we for real
Eighty five north of Atlanta, home of the Gwinnett County Braves
Out-of-towners looking out
bastards
Who always looking at women they daughters were always profits
I never got the catharsis of all these bastards
They looking at little children, they
bastards
Who always looking at women they daughters were always profits
I never got the catharsis of all these bastards
They looking at little children, they
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
and that what we call exposure
And we get locked up by tonight I know them folk gone try and hold us
Got gram for niggas on white, and we keep siph' for
the dark,
Searching for some-thing to refill my heart,
'Though we're lost and so alone
Looking for a place to call my home
And I'm looking for
(Whoa
for my God
I can't find Him
I know he got my back
I just need to be shining
I don't know what i'm doing
But I try to be flying
It feels like a fantasy
Everyone who really lived had to
Climb out of a ditch
They were in before they found the right path
If you wanna know the truth about
What we've been going
underfoot and very little sign of rain. Well it certainly looks as though
we're in for a splendid afternoon's sport in this the 127th Upperclass
Twit
better
Heavenly father, I just don't know what to do
Always looking for a cause, never thought bout blaming you
Cause we're put on this earth with
Wild, wild, wild wild, wild, wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
Wait a minute, I pull up with a lemon
Yellow diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
go round and round and round
And what we're looking for still isn't found
One day I'll make it in the big city
And I'll be looking for a girl
the dark,
Searching for some-thing to refill my heart,
'Though we're lost and so alone
Looking for a place to call my home
And I'm looking for
(Whoa
get when you go for it
And I'm ready to take a chance again with you
Let's hang on to what we got
Don't let go girl, we got a lot
Got a lot of love
If we're not moving forward
What are we moving for?
Feels like we're losing order
Fighting a losing war
We need to work this out
Can't do this
cheetos and the switch and the switch anyone tryna trade
Rudy and Bryan hit Conrad for the trade
Best times of my life man I knew I should've stayed
Base in
could be Telling myself you an me That maybe we were meant to be The signs were clear But what fits in the middle Is why I stayed near I’m so lost without
like I'm in Autumn
All you jokers spitting nada nada nada
6 minutes and I still gotta mama mothafuckin' problem
Calm down, calm down
Yeah we're
what you're looking for
Just find it
Feel your skin, let it in, break it off to let the music take hold
Look what the fuck we found right here, bounce
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