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Bush to call Bill Clinton
And have him call Monica Lewinski
‘cause the boy is spittin’
I’m sick with it they got
Me watchin’ my rear view
I’m looking for

Something for the purists
Ain't nothin' foreign to the stеgosaurus
Could bring the Shroud of
Turin out of storage
Herе to foot the bill for
Everyone who heard

began to fill
And we drank and ate and sang
And never thought about the bill
As dust fell from the rafters and
The walls began to creek
And the bottles

still, got to pay the bills
Some day I'll find some time

This voice in my head keeps on repeating
The dream is not dead but at rest
My life has all gone

servants of the Lord
By acceptin' was it
And not botherin' him
Come on!
You can't pray the gay away
(You can't pray the gay away)
No matter what your

indoor, de critical Bilbo'
En queli de un gringo, que parece Bill Clinton
Yo que me he criao' entre el mercao' y San Isidro
Y me siento americano en este

It could be a bad day that keeps you up at night
Might be a heartache, a thorn stuck in your side
A bridge you burned, a lesson learned, a bill

to decide
Oops
Angels are dancing in my eyes
Oh thank god the bill is finally here
And I know it's because of you
Well, that's nice, I'm just gonna pay for my

another moment for me to decide)
Angels are dancing in my eyes
(Oh thank god the bill is finally here)
And I know it's because of you
(That's nice, I'm just

shorts (Yes)
She just wanna take D up in her belly (All up in her—, all up in her)
We up on the board by many (Too much points)
Opp blocks, it was mask

The choices are many, so risk it, love
And have it your own way
'Cause whatever butters your biscuit, love
Is fine by me
Which is why I say

Some like

in on the bills that I'm facin' (never)
Cousin just called out from prison
And when I ain't got it sometimes I spin him (my bad)
We ain't never talk

healthy and able
She's tryna pay all her bills, she's still late on the cable

She feels stuck here she's has a rough go it's been a tough year
Has

Skipped poor white trash by one generation
(Don't test me)

The silence is circling
Like lambs to a slaughter
This dance never ends
(Cut in and savor

dirty!
They were not wrong!

They were two lonely verses
In the Lord's great song!

Our boys were pansies, Bill!

Yes!
My boy's a homosexual

with heartache and sorrow  
All of the bills, pressures and guilt 
Are locked in a box In a closet down stairs

Now we sleep and leave 
Out of our bodies

dirty!
They were not wrong!
They were two lonely verses
In the Lord's great song!

Our boys were pansies, Bill!

Yes!
My boy's a homosexual

Púšťam tento beat, ktorý neni pre deti ako Bill Cosby
Už mi dávno nevadia MC's, ktorí vravia, že sú iní
Lebo to isté hovoril doktor jejim mamam vtedy keď

to that sky-high mother
I'm back in Trastevere dancing the seven hills 
Cutting my brother's neck grabbing the dollar bills
The day the cowboy cried

the fields (I be really in the fields)

Yeah, yeah, I got my bands up, yeah
Got my meals up, yeah
Got my feels up, uh
Got my bills up, oh my, got my-, uh,