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Girl you're golden, tanning like the summer's never over
You're a 12 out of 10, you're a dozen Girl like nothing, never come between us
Do you

Cut my bracelets 
Cut my losses 
I hope you're happy... 
Welcome home. 
Burning bridges 
Burning crosses 
If that's love and this is friendship 
I'd

Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over

Sailor

Morten Abel

Snowboy

2005

Useless information
Making all the headlines
"If only I could kill again"
Says 12 year old murder girl
You better find out who you are
In a crazy world

chance
I call your name like in a trance
I'll run to you - I would die for you
Divided hearts - divided soul
I'm burning in a flame of hope
I'll run to yo

CMT artist of the year
Not what I say
To you direct
Credentials by the desk
Check in for 12
Post me out on bail
For lunch, I think I'll skip on the kale

your grave
Put me on to rap when my father put me on his lap and he'd play me a record (yuh)
Got up from the chair, I was longer Blair, but I started

ting

Half a brick, it made the papers
Put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it
Put two in

are starlight to the nations
Genesis 12:3, riches are stored, we wealthy, we paid up
Visions of war in the belly of the beast, so I gaze up
And say

Got my keys[00:34.63]Enemies[00:36.43]Start the engine[00:37.90]Gassed up n' revin'[00:39.61]Burning rubber[00:41.21]Burning Souls[00:42.82]Zero

and shit
You play that shit at a party they turning up

Spit so much heat in the booth I be burning up
I beat you up bout respect you ain't earned enough
My

to kinda roll up the sleeves in a jaunty way
Saying "this is the sweater belonging to a boy and
the boy is a genuine hunka-hunka burning love and
is not just

likes, your views But please hold the applause
Intoxicated by those hooks, the looks, and the flaws
It's drugging me
It's like every time I try to be

and Westwood and
All other radio DJs promoting us
Big up the Scratch Perverts and the En4cers
12 Stone, Bad Breed, Uncanny, Cane
Aspects, Double Impact, Simon

at the dough & we steady knocking
Gone let us in or we gone kick the door
Fuck a high speed we on foot patrol
All this stress got me rolling up burning more

Wake up I get out of bed
and smoke up by myself

Cctv on me
Watchin all my steps
BNE TO the SYD
had to make the trek
Feel like drake Blacked out
half

to the bodega you look like a fool 
(Yea)
I'm getting high 
Looking so fly 
Look in my eyes 
Lord be my witness he right by my side 
Got caught by 12 but I didn't

12?
Cantan can't – I'll take your parterre
With my g*n, it's an art eh
So, you squeal in slander
As I drive an S class into the sunset
No more, no more

night while texts come through
But she still loves me, by my side
Flame burning deep, see it within her eyes
At least she let me stay the night
She said

Lyrics:

1.	Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News

I’m the realist nigga outta Buffalo since McDoo
Walk up on me and I’ll show you what that mac a do
Load it, cock it, bang it on u like Shaq would do

threatened by?
This is for the fingertips dipped in red dust on the city bus
No option for givin' up
I'm the the Sun son so the natural look be stickin' up

swell  

  

I’m feeling well  

  

pull up with the Mac I’m rolling in the deep this not a dell 

  

I want six M’s doubled to minus one and fuck 12

bitches, going Kony, bitch
I got an army motherfucker full of only kids
Got a squad of kids about 12 years old
Run in they momma crib put the chrome to her