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a laugh 
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate

I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up

Nice bounce , trapping going by the ounces
Nice bounce , trapping going by the ounces
Nice bounce , this trapping going by the ounces
Aha , aha
Kid

Who's Gonna Help Brother Get Further?

Lee Dorsey

Yes We Can

1970

another

Mama get up early, early in the morning
Papa's already gone
Going out a-working for half of what he's worth now
You know that it's wrong
What

Casablanca going South
Blowing smoke rings from the corners
Of my mouth, my mouth, my mouth
Ducks and pigs and chickens call
Animal carpet wall to wall

through the flaws Keep it going homie
Perfection
What is it anyway ma flaws blessings
Half these niggas John Cena man this shit is wrestling
Stop resting

sorry, John Now look around here
What’s going on?
I guess that’s not what you had in mind
All I can say is that…
I’m sorry, John Now let’s slow down here

gone
A chama verde vaiThe green flash is gone
A chama verde vaiThe green flash is gone






Music by John Finbury
Lyrics by JohnFinbury, Ned Claflin

know every bitch gone flirt
They going blind to the shine
I know every glimpse gone hurt
And if you gone slide in this whip
Know that this whip gone

scar it's heartfelt
The world, just wanna leech onto my mind
But naw I ain't going for it, naw we ain't going for it
Sick and tired of all these wars for

for me
But I'll be gone

Going to that city
So bright and fair
I wonder will you
Will you meet me there
Walls made of jasper
Streets are paved with gold

I'm going to tell you right now
Stop this song now and put on Vangelis
It's a nice ride, or

So you took some acid
That's all right
You're good
I've

, gone
Yeah, you're long gone
Yeah, I take these pills so I don't feel the pain that I'm supposed to feel
And this shit getting real
I'm going to the top

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

to press me
I'm god modding, i'm god body
Feel like John gotti
Won't abide by these niggas egos
I'm shooting freethrows
This the return of the free flow

you're going to creep, then don't come by
If you're going to sneak, then we'll air you out
If you want to drink, I got hella wine

tell
A bluebird from a paperclip
I still feel that something in
Me is going to remember
(no matter how far I'm gone)
How I've come through
The murder

She's a Lady

Pulp

Get Frisky...with Pulp

1995

And I just love the way she moves,
The way she moves, Watch her.

When you left,
I didn't know how I was going to forget you.
I was hanging by

in my shoes cause your ankles gone break
You made a dumbass mistake
Rell so slept on you can't stay awake
Im going raw like a steak
My bars really rare

(John Cena John Cena)
I swear we never going broke (Bacsi)
Chilling with my niggas when I'm in my zone (Habachi)
We don't fuck with bitches we just give

to the world
No going back
No going back
No going

Time is flying by
And I'm just trying to hang on hang on
This is your time
All the way down
Gone the way
Oh

you're digging me like a backhoe
And the spectators are listening and saying
He's Going and going and going and going and gone

This is an interlude
Going

What the World Needs Now Is Love/Abraham, Martin and John

Tom Clay

The Complete Motown Singles, Vol. 11A: 1971

2008

Anybody here, seen my old friend John, can you tell me where he's 
Gone? 

Were at the Trademark, the motorcade is coming by here, I can see many 
Many

FADIN rising on ya'll haters
And it ain't gone stop
And it ain't gone quit
Til we sick and tired of all this shit
It ain't gone stop
And it ain't

Make it look like California with a bible belt
Jesus didn't look like the boy next door
Unless you live in Palestine
I wonder what you mean by the golden