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list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by

I just slid on this bitch hit rewind like remote
Try to play me like Eddie Kane must be off dope
Hmmm hmmm yeah yeah
Hmmm hmmm yeah yeah
Getting tired

Something calls me to her
A mystery I want to solve by adventure
In a land of love
Sit down at a cafe with a coffee and croissant
Watch all

for a love like you?
Do the stones keep the secrets we whisper in the dark too soon?
Now its raining in Paris and I can't sleep
Tracing cracks into

lovers, olala

welcome my friend to paris
here have a flower on me
forget where your from
your in france children come
i show you that french joie de

Then why are u lagging boy
Tornado on that beach
You see these shells gon fly right by yo head
You think that she's in love
It only take one bitch

that visiting Madiba in a cell love
Mama!
I need that skinny Luther Van love
I want that Eddie Levert Forever Mine Love
Gucci, Prada, Louis that's

Super Saiyan E, yeah, oh
Amir just sent me another beat
Super Saiyan E, yeah (Lil' Eddie Lil' Eddie!)
Aye, aye I don't wanna break up
Baby give me

Lord Live Within My Heart

KRS-One

Spiritual Minded

2002

You know when the teacher returns, just get ready to learn
Just get ready to earn, health, love
Awareness and money to burn, I'm not really concerned

the street
Fuck nigga I got five
I hit his ass like the heartbeats Eddie
Touchdown in Paris I'm dabbing
She catch the drip when I'm passing
I see the hate thru

fancy car

I said "Dopeman Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pound and I sell'em for grams
I don't sell crack I sell coke bitch I'm a star

The ones I love with me for life nah I can't leave the gang
With my boys like Eddie Kane
This glock gon' do its thing
Box on that bitch, click to the right,

fisher price
It's not for little boys
But that bitch is hella nice 
Yea, that bitch is bad 
Super bad I said it twice  
Niggas really mice
I ain't really

french baby, don't go blamin' the fate you chose on me
One seven a b
Ha ha
Eastbird on the track, motherfucker
Paris by night, champagne n' love
Hey
Paris

Miami's mine like I'm Pat Riley
Baselines shoot at niggas, act wisely
Get the picture, niggas getting richer now
Living next to bitches, out on Fisher

multiplies by two times 

I am so up I need to take me a downer 
She take that coke off the counter 
I do not rock Eddie Bauer
You can't teach me shit you not

Paris Holds the Key (To Your Heart)

Bernadette Peters

Anastasia [Music from the Motion Picture]

1997

Welcome, my friends, to Paris.
Here, have a flower on me.
Forget where you're from.
You're in France!
Children, come!
I'll show you that French

Paris they will be living their dreams
Cos I love you both so much
And I miss you both too much
You're in my heart everyday
This time in Paris, this time

and your fancy car, I said

I said "dope man Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pounds and I sell 'em for grams
I don't sell crack or sell coke

Nope
Ain't got the time today
Niggas be flodgin niggas be lying today
Need me the money I don't got the time to play
Ate me a Eddie I'm getting high

and put him on
Couple months go by Eddie up
Yeah he holding cheese
Tre got bread but feel like he ain't
Eating how he supposed to be
Eddie showed Tre

of girl
I need by my side
By my side

You know I love you forever
You know I gave you your heart
I know you gave me your heart
Sex me

Sex me
Like you used

dreads
And love smoking pot
You can talk shit about me all day
But your bitch love my song anyway
You can do what ever you want
Am a fucking stoner
I don't

Sauntering in Paris, the rule of love applies 
Strolling down the Champs Elysee, I look into your eyes 
It gives me so much hope for us, never seen