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manifested in the flesh it's a cycle not a line we celebrate the crazy i go psycho all the time/get you hyper by design/that's a mic without a line/reflect

Feeling quilty for so long
And I pray
Late at night
For a second
I think you're there by my side
So where did we go wrong
Hold on
So waiting
I
I need why
I

Maybe cuz I got the flow, not needing no hoe 
That's how that I know, ice on my wrist 
Street lights on the snow, that's where we gon go 
Yeah, they never

drop shit
Grind hard, no option
And I don’t fuck with no slime niggas cuz y’all move on opp shit
I only move with my dawgs cuz they stay silent naw we

is just, suggest they all watch the trees they barking up
Cuz dog, my band, we with all that Jazz, feel like Snarky Pup
Artist touched by the Gospel

gettin lit
I'm with my dawgs
We gone keep a stick
If she my bitch Imma buy her a pit
I trained her ass good
She know how to sit
She suck like a tick

Check
First generation, parents' immigration
Passion where my veins is got my family in amazement
Passing through my phases, understanding where my

Not a day goes by where I don't think why you and I couldn't make things work
The apple of my eye went and took a bite
You convinced me of the trouble

and the little goals that they posting
When as it is, we'll know where we go
Gotta act as if every road made of gold
Not a map for this
Never a stroll to bestow

Not aroused by golden chalice, asking where’s your golden albums,
Talent you been holding down with, about to get exposed and outed, know you’re

a head full of nightmares
And the devil don't fight fair, so we should shed some light here
Pandora's box holds darkness no matter where it is
When it

this mean to me
Playing since a kid hypnotized by the TV
Nah I'm sick of this shit
Know, Rockstar, know I'm taking yo shit
Blizzard I'm fucking yo shit,

I'm still trying to find my way
It's best I leave ya heart alone
If passion's fire
We should be cautious what we do
A soul ablaze takes an eternity

means to fuel these ghetto dreams we relishing are you listening? huh, the mentality is mosh pit, pushing with the force, change course, flip the guap

Yearning

Basia Trzetrzelewska

Basia on Broadway

1995

of longing
What are we to do when homeless in our
Hearts and souls
 
Some of us take daring chances following our
Lovers
The passion we can trust
Others

Every step, every sway
Guided by the rhythm's heat
In this midnight city
Where fantasies collide
We paint the night with passion
In every move, we confide

smoked by the ounce
Driven by passion, something you lacking. Done with the acting, stay with the action. Do this for real, pressure on dash
Prodigy, man

and whatever I left behind it 
she can even have my sweater if she ever happens to find it 
I’m moving out to the woods where I belong

Back when I got paid by flippin'
Now my card ain't got no limit
Ain't reflected in a minute I been busy livin'
Still respected in my city
Rockin'

when my balls between
Stomach and spleen, cause I nutted in her tummy
Burrowed in her pits and she Mai-san Bunny
Bitch, I'm possessive, like

problem I rode for you right or wrong yeah
I love you girl by my side is where you belong yeah

I'm coming home yeah

to deal with the cards that we're dealt
No matter if the destiny's heaven or hell
Passions I felt it can make the sun melt
But you're colder than dry ice,

Why'd the Last Time Have to Be the Best

Bill Anderson

Peanuts and Diamonds and Other Jewels

As I lay here by my woman I know I'm back where I belong again
I can't help but think about you though and all the things that might've been
But we

a Gotti 
Speedy keep thirty three in the clip boy moving like Scotty 
Stupid hoe bitch get passed by the gang 
We know she a Thotty 
ESP 700 nine block