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jumping on my feet
Lately I've been so discrete make a song and then repeat
Buy some ciggies down the street lungs feeling heat life on repeat
This my life

two hundred days
cnd now that I'm back, let's pack, and run away
Where to go? San Trope?
Really you know me well, that's so cliché
cnd the check ain't

a bumpy ride, now take your seat
And watch your feet, we're about reach
A place where you might need those see
How else will you escape where the demons be

You blow me away
Like a summer breeze
Looking so fine from your head
To your feet
To my heart
Girl you have the key
Every time you near by me
You

What You Need Is Jesus

Public Enemy

He Got Game [Clean]

1998

(Halleluja Jesus, halleluja!)

Now here's the prop, turnaround jumper
Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but

What You Need Is Jesus

Public Enemy

He Got Game

1998

(Halleluja Jesus, halleluja!)

Now here's the prop, turnaround jumper
Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but

A hundred tons in ever load
One never ending road

Yes I'm living in Alberta
miles away from everything I’ve known
Yes I'm living in Alberta
I’m dying to get

The basement's flooded
With people I don't know
But it's alright cause
I can see the white of your eyes
From a hundred feet away
The clock stops turning
The room

far away he thought the baby
Goat would never run home
Few hundred miles to Haskell
There's little chance he could roam
The Captain of Haskell's team

don't gather it pours
Walking by myself with feet of sores
Gazing at the sea of closed doors
My last heartbreak
The last heartbreak
The last my last

A Daughter
Pussy Niggas Scared Of Me See Through You Like A Bottle Of Water

Gucci Manes A Bottle Popper
Hundred Bottles Opened Up
Still Slaggin Opiou
Smokin

fifty feet tall
Where we were headed to we did not know
Into the storm!

I've heard tell of a legend
In waters around these parts
All sailors beware!
Evil

Oh to sit by the beach
And daydream sweet dreams
How lovely that seems
To a drifted man like me
Oh to sit by the beach
Let the world slip away from

Twenty-one Wood's
I take em' all to the face
I feel like I'm flying away

She fell in love
Told her to get out my face
No, I can't deal today

in the D, they gonna throw away the keys, nigga

Hundred miles
Gotta keep on running
Can't stop to bleed
I can feel them coming
And I can see my

to the sea bed
As like a great cathedral the cruiser loomed up tall and straight
We rammed her amidships and took off 100 feet of armour plate
Then we drew

To change the course of a land led by lovers of women
cnd women usurpers of men
Wrenching the wheel away
Downing those who deny Him, worthless souls
Pulling

a couple hundred weeks
They all want a piece, so I'm begging for some peace
Lord can you please get me back to my feet
Cause I can't stand their bullshit,

and get the job done
Pull the lock out and fix ignition
Homie on the run
Fast as a bullet pulling moves
A hundred eighty cc
Run in high speed
But little

Chain of Love

Unlinked Artist

Party Tyme Karaoke: Country Hits, Vol. 1

2003

passing through
I must of seen a hundred cars go by
This is awful nice of you

And when he changed her tire
And closed her trunk
And was about

something on the way

Say what a time to be alive
That's just what I'm saying cause I'm younger
I'm worried by me eating it might take away my hunger
cnd I

No time to turn on the lights
I'm driving blind

Trees are passing me by
I wonder what it's like to wrap around one
Give me time or else I might

and it will be recorded in the portrait of death...

you see what i see
by one hundred and ninety-three heads
that rot in their castle
built with the bones

glocky on me I'll pop a nigga
Got a green light, but my type will stop a nigga
Niggas can't compete, stomping Yeezy on my feet
Michael Jackson how I beat,