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shit with no permission
Yeah murder was the case
I ain't got no worries man I do it by myself
Did it with no label you should worry 'bout yourself
Murder

the permission to speak?
I am your mother (I am your mother)
You listen to me

Mr. Big boy, pullin' up in your big toy
Sayin' all that blah-blah-blah, makin'

butters and shankstas
Tell me what you bang for, I'm pulsin' these niggas anger
These fists cuffed tangler the Queens got me strangler
Lex the Hex

[Farma Giles]
Operatic strangler, old English torpedo
Phantom of the street, ghost in the cathedral
Don't say you saw, no one will believe you
I

Blood Brother

Giant Tree

Home of the Dead

I Salute



House of Slaves 

Strangler Wife

Brother Bat

I Salute



Dahomey Heat

Burning Wings

Ganga Ganga ape shit straight oranga
Shmang shmanga high tail in four banger
Uh wang strangler black cloak hate haranguer
Maintain the levels

want us to breathe, the strangler from Scranton
Someone give assisted livin' a call, "Get your man back"
He don't know what's real at a-a-all, what about

by Twenty I don't want to hear it

And I'm all about the business
Black car, black sports coat, black lenses
Rockstar life, yeah I never ask permission

Let's give them permission
To start the Order they want
By our own admission
They're doing what we ought to, but don't

She makes us look callous
Living

No games don’t entertain no feelings
Don’t play cus either way I’m winnin
Don’t ask permission so forgive me
One hunnit I ain holdin back no
No games

do what I want I ain't asking permission
Watch what you say I send bullies on missons
These niggas so federal yea they be snitching
We don't do telling

with only My permission
I only want what's for your best
So put your faith in My loving hands

You study My words and live by them
Yeah, you make me

take it myself i don't need your permission
Looking for real then i'm the definition
I'm tryna get rich that is the only mission
Jewelry be water love

expectations in the world just make a nigga stomach sick
I'mma do what's best for me and I don't need permission slips
I don't care bout folks opinion what I

Do what I want like Uzi
I don't need permission
Baby don't talk just listen
This new edition
Thoughts on my head like christen
About to run this

addition, I hate your permission
When I'm tripping
Think bout what I'm given
When I'm chillin
My vision so clear it glistens
Into fruition
Guess I had

Ya
She embarrassed of me
I'm in fair condition
She don't care, to listen
Don't need your permission to partake
In heartache
In heartache
In heartache

maybe all summer
Urhn

Am ah bunker buster
Am ah bunker buster
Am ah pierce through your heart like arrow from an Archer
Me no need permission inna in ya

Chloe

Grouplove

Never Trust a Happy Song

2011

Chloe, I don't need a reason
Well, I'm bound by the sweet condition.
Chloe, we don't need permission,
We can go where we wanna go,
Say what we wanna say,

Posted in my fuck life stance I don't dance
Surrounded by hipsters wit vans who pop xans
And If your looking for me you can catch me
Probably in

Bodya

Boogiemonsters

God Sound

1997

the world by sensation
Elation fills the speakers, knock the woofers, pierce the tweeters
Unique is the duo doin judo on kids with heaters
Sparkin, read 'The

Close to the Edge: The Solid Time of Change/Total Mass Retain/I Get Up

Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe

An Evening of Yes Music Plus

1993

gate, climber,
Turn round, glider.

© 1972 Yessongs Ltd., ASCAP
Used by permission. All rights reserved.

designer
Tell me if you wanna
Take you home and we can make it by the hour
And if you like then I can stay another hour
Ride with me and I could treat you

shit my all
How I cope with days that I fall down
Nobody's around lately
I be chilling by myself
By my lonesome
Losing hope so I'm tryna grow some
Days