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analog dog toy

I've been trying
Trying to keep it just like before
The times we never even thought to speak
Got me

I'm cold
The cold comes in at once

like to by my merchandise?
It's rather nice
In a range of size for a decent price

It's my merchandise, it's rather nice!
So improve your life
For low,

Onemosphere

Atmosphere

God Loves Ugly

2002

to the A come around my way
Out of the wrapping paper with out the fucking holiday
Can't never be captured they can toy with my shell
But only after they walk

Lady Godiva's Operation

Fatima Mansions

Out of Time: The Very Best of the Imaginary Tribute Series

1991

(Lyrics / Music--Lou Reed) Published by MGM Music

([???])
("Get your fingers in.")

Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely
Pats the head of another

Won on Won

Cocoa Brovaz

Soul in the Hole

1997

Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw
Walk away, parley in front of Achmed's store

We don't give a WHAT about you, tell them niggas who

yo (so?)
Once bruised one time, 'tis forgotten
And once the plums is rotten
The skinzz'll cut your gums
At the corner store, a sign reads:
"For Sale:

The Word Cop

Travis Morrison

Travistan

2004

crass
But there you go

Don't talk to me of Christianity
You're as Christian as a bishop in a toy store

It screws me up to think that you're

my
Backup 3000 Watt power amplifier

Stay clean Chuck
Pipe dreams keep a fiend stuck
Obsessing over every new toy
And beat machine touched
From

Eight years old and I am big enough
To walk around all by myself
I'll keep my distance so they will not see
That I still need to hold your hand

t like that anymore
They like TV now
Jumping rope
Do you remember?
But they don't like that anymore it's replaced with the toy store
It's good

about herself

Yeah

See girl, you look stupid now

And I gotta tell you somethin' straight in your face

You played yourself like a big-time toy from

a night
creepa i put 187 in ya 

beepa mah phone calls shit i think its tapped ?
(had to feel ya with tha whole 

comble? by the gurt nap gun clappa aka

of them in JC
From a city where we rising from the ashes
9/11 happened, now they move in by the lashes
Yup, talking yuppies, I'm still broke and I'm

the stash in
Givin Molly to a Jasmine
Making wishes let a lad in

Tired of all the noise yo
Tired of these toys bro
Want to fade away but
I'm wired by my

be peeking out the movies
I be seeking out the goonies
I be screaming
Fuck noobies
I was a boy in the coop
Playing with toys in the room
Plotting

places
Throat-fucked by the pretty faces
Another store-bought crisis
I should have told him how much I loved it

It's all good
It's all good
I know it's

this stupid stamp so he can cover his stuff in wax bees
No, I’ve got to go deeper
I’ve got to think smart
What was it he was saying
I should know it by

toy bear you'll need a replacement
KO niggas from the dark at 12 A.M at the park
Rules should be followed by none
Only fuck niggas know that sending

told you then you probably won't believe me
I use to walk to the corner store
With my little sister she only four
And at that time I was only nine
Momma

the air down a broken hill
Apartments by the riverside
Talkin' to the river a while
He said thanks, try and go round with a smile

You know I should work

ain't no toys 
I been ballin out I don't conversate with broke boys 
Walk into that bitch and I'm buying out the whole store 

Everybody wanna be like me

Play me back 
Like a song you heard on a cold Sunday night
I wanna to fill your lungs
Hold me tight
Like a toy you bought from the thrift store down

this arcade store
This is the prize he's owned
She plays the racial card
States my service is rude 
Due to their dark hue
Goddamn boy 
Cuffs the toy
She

On the days when I would ride a lonely highway
Had no direction to go
You and me could drink whiskey and along down by the beach
Pretend to talk