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wish that her love could stay
Oh I wish that my love
Would stay until dawn
How I wish that my love would stay
Always slips away

A graph explains

I pour up this potion

Broken by pieces
Out here by my lonely

This shit for life
Not a regular moment

Sippin thin drank not no regular feel
The time

This song isn't encouragement
Rather, it's a song disguised as a lesson of do's and do not's
I want to make sure that you do not travel down my road,

a pill nigga roll u like a film nigga (laugh)
I feel like tony im all by my lonely money money money macaroni keep it on me
Been finessing since a youngin

dostal pokutu môj otec
Film o mojom živote  taký príbeh, že koniec (Prr-prr)
Uh, dneska mám na ruke Rolex
A marketing by som mohol vyučovať na škole
Chceli

My love asked, "Do you remember
French films made in black and white
Late in the fifties,  early sixties
Where night is day and day is night
You know

You in my heart it's a fad
I feel happy every night
Plushies are cute like you
In love I wanna dip into
But I don't even know what it is like
I don't

through your veins
Take me to Florence, Canon film on the train
Guarded by your heart, are we fine art
Favorite hand to hold, man you're so smart

You say

The Onslaught

Busta Rhymes

War Zone

1999

[Buckshot] 

Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope 

I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose 

of TNT, niggaz ain't

on my heart
I was a kid, used to ride in a bike, running under the sun
With the feeling, the love of a son
Vividly remember how it would sound
Laughter

How did I fall in love with a goner
I was left in the city

I hate the way your skin feels
In my memory, old film reel
But I can't replace this old

Learn 'em by heart, so you never forget the rules
A room full of smart people never forget the fools
They all want to shine, but they don't ever get

Love on me
Lust on me baby
Kiss on me
Don't miss on me
I need everything to be original
Nothing fictional
Cause my love for you is unconditional

dreaming. Liberty

HANDS UP! All this longer lives we're in a film of Tarantino
All my guns are empty of bullets, now my only weapon is screaming and shout

a fucking film!
People killed by consumerism
Have you ever tried with an exorcism?!
They advise me to be smart and the rest (REST)
But I did my best only with

sessions called art
I am artist
Dressed in paint raised in music shaped by film felt by vocals
With stories told by scars and ink
My thoughts
Have no direct

Road Movie

Adorable

Fake

been drinking my dreams dry

I've spent sixteen months trying to forget you
Then a black-and-white film plays in my mind
Where we broke for

Yuh relax
Yuh relax
Yuh relax
Yuh relax
The grass is green
My schedule busy
My girl is a star
In love with her
But no fornicating just communicating

ah)
Locked up by the corps buying happiness
Breathing the city that can't forgive
No really learns to live
Slow, take a glance, like the films
But I

show me love
They trust my words like its the holy word thank to the holy God
Of course i flow but i never flow ofcourse
Cos i no wan carry load like uni

Camera

Crosby, Stills & Nash

After the Storm

1994

I rode my bike to town today
Wobbling down the path
I knew the kids would see me
I love it when they laugh

And I wish I were a camera
And I

Got one decent film praised by the critics
Funny how in that one you were barely in it
Fuckin' artsy prude going on trips and shit
Livin' high class

I love late nights when the grapes ripe
And the smoke low and the sex stank
My girl fine she make diamonds
Gotta fake body with no edit naked
No

Felt the bottom like a ditch, elevate my level
Couldn't write you back with love, we had broken pencils
Got my brother back like pegs, we had missing