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playin' that stupid punk-ska crap
But there's nothin' more that I want
Than to play the music and please Mont
You're reading these lyrics in Times New Roman

on and never ask why I'm burnt out like every star I wished upon
The glory days are gone
Seany Dice is the reason why I'm alive no one know the story written by

lyric and get a big roar,
Will leave you sore like a beat up whore,
All eyes them after a ten pound draw,
Fighting lyrics was against the law,
Be lame

me
But I'm feelin so free got no tags on me
And I'm lighting up the game with these lyrics yeah they be
Seasame Street what's the word on the beat

Who told Bo Peep to bring her sheep into the farm of goat civics
Mumble rap in more style than these salon acrylics
And all these legendary lyrics by

Pyromancy – Lyrics By Na’Listen
Iii Oooo Iii Oooo 
Iii Oooo Iii Oooo
Uhh
Nallie 
Nallieeee  Aye Aye 
Na listen - Hah
Nallieeee  Aye Aye 
Na listen -

the means of a minds of a trainer
Seeing from the crowd only looking like a by standard
There for, I’m here, ready waiting for the cure
Lives looking like

without it
Rollin round town with the top of the roof
Write down the lyrics and hop in the booth
Write down the lyrics and hop in the booth
You can not

And I know you gonna be running home and you be crying inside
Yeah I value my time so if I give it to you gon' pay me back (ka-ching yeah)
My lyrics all

High School Musical Soundtrack Lyrics 

Song: Breaking Free Lyrics

Troy:
We're soarin', flyin'
There's not a star in heaven
That we can't reach

mind takes me
Learn from Ricky Bobby, good with the shake and baking
Lyric overflow, rowdy like a rodeo, karate chop you Tokyo, and paralyze you, polio

Threw myself a pretty assist
The flow is suitable
Measured by the inches to fit
So I ain’t dressing to the nines, I’m a ten in this bitch
I’m witty with

as fuck outside boy
Just like how I like it, Rowe Season
Maybe it’s me
Maybe I waited on niggas to see my vision not knowing
I gotta lead by example for

shocked by my motives 
Not in it for
Fame or a dollar 
Just change 
Not in it for 
Fame or a dollar 
Not in it for 
Fame or a dollar 
Just change
Rawr

me down
You hold me down
I got a lotta pride
But you hold me down when you are standing by my side
Like a GPS you’re my reliable guide and
Somebody I

The lyrics I spitting
The beat that I’m killing
Feel it
I need it
I need it
One for Kobe
Two fo' bron
Imma be all on my own
I used to play basketball
Sweating

on your merch 
Using my lyrics are you tryna be me 
While hearing your songs all I hear are my words 
Skip onto the next 
You talk about sex
You talk about

seeing shadows of lyrics
Visions of Martin Luther I write to see my dream
Come true like the colors of the rainbow beam
Cool calm and collected I shed

feigning
Leaning, how many drinks did I have last evening
Oh lord, the hangover sucks
The feeling is like I got hit by a truck
But at the same time I’m

spit the

Music of god, lyrics inaudible
From the first sound to the last, there's notta wasted noise
The first choice-when you discover your own voice

knowledge 
My lyrics went to college 
Your lyrics sounds like 
It failed Grade 9 five times 
Then went to Northlink, Shit 
You poor thing 
You ain't smart

Lyrics that I've written cause I know they feel the damn same
You ain't vibing well that's a damn shame
You can either get on the bus or get hit by

My music's never been important or demanding
My lyrics so simple they'll never be called outstanding
Offensive lyrics as branding as my expectations

at 22
By 27 i'ma make a mil while I shine
Waiting patient for my moment
Inside of my bedroom lights
Selling out Staples, singing overseas
Getting pussy