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motion
Tell me where to go
Imma take there too too too too (x2)
Baby imma take it slow
Mujhe Lena nai koi load
Wo chale mere isharo pe like it's a puppet

Up in Fox Island

Stan Rogers

For the Family

and peaches are grown.

It's in this big city great people do dwell
Ten story houses, you all know them well
There's Dailys, and Reinholds, McDuffs by

The Art of Peer Pressure

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,

Stars and Planets

Liz Phair

Somebody's Miracle

2005

happen
Let me tell you something true
You know its just the same old story

Stars rise and
Stars fall
But the ones that shine the brightest aren't

This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city

you can’t steal a shooting star
we ruined what was beautiful
The greatest story of all
If you shoot me
I’ll shoot you back x2
I should’ve known from

"Breathe"

That fed put his knee on,
King George's neck,

cnd he kept saying, 
Mr Officer, I can't...

"Breathe"

Susan held her son,
While he bled,

Who wants to play a game? /
Game Boy /
Boy George /
George Bush /
Bush pie /
Pie plate /
Plate Tectonics /
Catch my continental drift /
Driftin' /

I'm the queen bee
I'm who they tryna be
We met on myspace
Now he's coming to my place
I'm regina george
I'm in a porsche
Playboy bunny
With a nice

fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he

a sub-par weak chorus
This time you can't blame this, on the Rothschilds and George Sorus
Huh, You rats and mice's, are just feces
You don't need

Spitting lyrics in the free dimension
Someone tell the Prime Minister I'm trapping I don't a pension
Hands on I don't need a benson
Been a star before I

for George Floyd but not for us
You weep for people over the Atlantic
You wept for X but don't know Lumumba
Don't know Samora but wept for Bru Luther
It

In the rhyme, I'm no prancer, so what?
Momma mock me, here's your time to jock, G, no jacking
Don't pack no axe like a savage
I ran the track stars

And a little school crew by way of a little white dude
I paid my ten years of dues
Ain't paid a dime on the loan I took to get into school nigga
Wolf pack

No

Mary-

Right, I know, yes, me and Balzac

I finished the one-act

I got an audition-

I started the story

Rehearsal pianist

So

on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck

to lituations
Like founding an NFL team full of Natives
The Oorang Indians defined Native greatness
In partnership with a star hound breeder
Through whom he met

on relationships on the rocks
Heartbroke stories sung by every country star, same drink, different bar
Hey buddy, next round, it's my turn; Hank Jr. makes you and me

rapping I bet

Lean to the left flow right Oh my god!

A rose by any name got thorns as sharp

Yo, stage names are for porno stars

And Watskeet skeet skeet

suspect
You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
Your

look up at the stars


Through the darkest lows and the highest highs

You're the one I want by my side 

Through the trillion worlds and a billion lives

about a God damn Grammy?

Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by

Trophy

Geto Boys

We Can't Be Stopped

1991

At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes