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of the party kissing your chick 

I ain't have that type of love for her 
But I'm really in my bag now
If she told me she was seeing you nigga 
I probably

FROM THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS THE AMERICAN DREAM


Y’ALL SHOT MY NEPHEW, MAN I SWEAR HE HAD HIS HANDS UP
SHOT HIM IN THE BACK WHEN HE WAS TRYNA PULL HIS

don't come around and
Act like you did shit

Yeah, can't stop, got no time to waste
I'm on my grind, they hate
Just tryna find my way
Always believing in

Just Stay Here Tonight

Augustana

Augustana

2011

You need a lover in the first degree
I need a woman who believes in me
I'll shine the way through the darkest light
If you just stay here tonight

My

You’re the other half of me, in this dream

Like from the first day that I met you, you opened up my eyes
Made a fool believe in heaven, the way you walked

Anybody else feeling kinda dangerous or is it just me

Better not test me, Kill em with the Technique, like it’s murder in the first degree

They say I

Ask me how I make my clout that's signs you know it's third degree
Burglary isn't uncommon in Parkland, police first to leave
I don't trust doctors
They

and a dream
Brought up learning lies
Given to us by these thieves
They tell me save my money
And go get a degree
But how I save that money
When that degree

I'm your beast
Girl of my dreams
Haven't seen you in two weeks
Can you tell me where you be so I can come and see you
Remember back in August when I

oprește în lumea toată
Rege în spirit, recoltă bogată
Cresc non-stop, bucată cu bucată
Am venit de departe am făcut ce-am visat
Followed my dreams, ready

you
The blind dies first then I'm killin' the fags off
Killing shit, more addicting than bath salts
Illuminati regiments, recruiting my intelligence

you
The blind dies first then I'm killin' the fags off
Killing shit, more addicting than bath salts
Illuminati regiments, recruiting my intelligence

might
But hey, at least we make memories, shining ever so bright

We leave Clark changed, forever marked by blue and gold
Degree in hand, futures yet

Costello to my Abbott baby, oh Lord
Ugh, I hate these depressive streaks
That pass me by and make me wish you fell for me
But then I think
No woman can give

Man I feel so fucking zooted bow and arrow shot by cupid
Hear your name in the music, dream about you yeah they lucid
Have no idea what I'm doing got

my eyes
my lips
are sealed

where did you go
when things went bad, anyway?
i sat beside you in that bathroom all night.
you were crying
you were

Maybe I'm crazy or you ain't sane
We can't agree to disagree
On a first degree type of thing
Can you just hear me out
This a serve matter think about

Maybe I’m crazy or you ain’t sane
We can’t agree to disagree
On a first degree type of thing
Can you just hear me out
This a serve matter think about

my dick in her spleen
Been smokin' gas since I was thirteen
My first song's in a magazine
Used to trap at the house where the door had a screen

Cleaning our community never been in the budget
Thought it seems the American Dream is a nine to five
Bitch please, got a bachelor’s degree and I feel

and you're first
I'm sick of waiting, the worst, give me a stage and I'll burst out
I just want, I just want my due
(My due)
I just want, I just want my due

in trying?
I need a sign
And it hurts
Tell me what you wanna see
Is it sitting by the beach while you feel the sun gleam?
Is it something of a dream

it's all said and done I'm a living legend
Step in the room and niggas threatened
I'm back on my shit so a nigga flexing
Every record
I just rep for

Sheffield: Sex City

Pulp

Pulpintro -- The Gift Recordings [LP]

1993

And the puddles of rain that reflected your face in my eyes. 

The day didn't go too well. 
Too many chocolates and cigarettes. 
I kept thinking of you