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of chef kief and my desial sour that's why I pick my flowers by the bouquet all I need is a  couple shot of that dussie but they say henny thing Is possible

me
So how you get mad at me
Fuck out my face
No I ain't giving you shit
Not even a dollar
I ain't giving you shit
Why you all in my pockets
Damn mo

Shirly cleans up after her nightshift
she puts on her coat left by the door
she steps out into a flurry of snowfall
as she heads out into the cold

never seen a night so lone When time goes crawlin' by  
The moon just went behind the clouds To hide it's face and cry 

Verse 3: 
Did you ever see

already some of the radio stations
Some of the radio stations
Already told me that they not going to play it
No. they told me in my face, that no 
We not

Oh can you hear them calling you
Oh don't you make them break down an open door
I see it in your face, somewhere far away
You've gone just now

I was

At first, I was afraid, I was petrified
Thinking, I couldn't live without you by my side
Hm after spending nights thinking, ""how you did me wrong?""

(more than a feeling)
'Til I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years

STILL IN LOVE
Words and music by Tommy DeCarlo

when I close my eyes I think about a place
where I first met you and saw your pretty face
I knew

Hands ON the Floor!
Written and produced by YUNG CASH""GUALLABOY""

Hook:
I Want ya ass up.... hands on the floor (4x)

Baby do it for a real

weightless, my quarantine is painless and that's why nothing heals
stainless, i'm bored of pretty faces so i'm becoming steel

(verse 2)
tranquil, i lie in my

throw it up take it sucker like a man
Never givin' in if you possibly can
And keep away the hands that break the face of love and truth of yourself in

You'll find your face on the page
You'll find the answer in the minutes
Days go by, they seem like days
Cuz they're just sunlight on the surface

She was tall and thin and a whole lotta men,
Cleared away to let her walk on by,
After my set, she said it's time we met,
Let's go, boy, your place

to demons we face in a nation under God
Is ran by crooks so we’ve been overlooked and undermined
And all of the anger will break you I’m hoping one day you’ll

Boy without a face, in and out of chicken houses
Floating up to space from a world of sticky lounges
We're a dying motion from the distant beaches

Black clouds in a red, red sky
B200 streaking by
Shadowing the crowds in the square
Captain Remus shields his face from the glare
In his rooftop

This damned city got the better of me.
I freeze by degrees, cease to feel how my heart bleeds
 Til I don't know if I'm alive
There's no pity for

you 

When I wake up in the morning 
To that smile on your face 
There's no place I'd rather be
Than to be wrapped in your embrace 
I wish we didn't

destruction and extinction
Ever resting, termination
I'm Death Incarnate

Bound by simple ways
Many marks on your trail
Knowing you'll face the same

All that

Drunken men without no hope
Remember me I heard somebody say
Tell my wife my son about this day
Through cracked windows a fallen sky
Faces of the living

said ""How ya doing?""
I said, ""I'm still kind of ramblin' round""
She stepped from the shadows I saw a painted face
Of a working girl on the town

Lord

know better than I
Your body receives me
But your face deceives me
Cause I know you're not the clinging type
If tomorrow brings sorrow
Then a lover I'll

by
Sometimes I remember back to Jackson Square
Me with my guitar and you dancing there

Well I hear voices calling I guess I better go
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