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That’s precisely where this story takes place.
Land’s End, summer of 1402, southwest of England.
Nearby, there was the small town of Sennen,
Where a man
just a toddler tryna waddle
Still up on the bottle
Never had affection
Man his childhood was awful
Went through a lot of things that were harmful
His
shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.
Ah, ah.
Then according to the man who showed his
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
You look at this picture with a wondering eye
And then at the arrow that hangs by it's side
They tell a story for you know there is one
With
fr
Aye true story
Man you hoes all jokes fr
Man you hoes all jokes fr
Riding around wit gang and u know we in the fast lane
Pass by wit my hand out you
Hold me, yeah (hold me)
This is my story
Indaba yami le (indaba yami le, this is my story)
Indaba yami le (indaba yami le, this is my story)
(Hi
em in a mess,
Had a little rest,
DXB is the brand, I got it stitched to the chest.
Made by Muhammad, gotta stick to the text.
All the buttons I
Can you judge a man
By the way he wears his hair?
Can you read his mind
By the clothes that he wears?
Can you see a bad man
By the pattern
blame
But is the money worth it if he don't love you the same
Memories made by maids love starts to fade
At the point where dad can't even tell you his
of the apple pie
On the boat, the Old Man told me
I would be a present for his wife
"A talking goat!" he exclaimed,
"She'd never seen this in her life"
Dock Winters:
Dock Winters:
Listen up, I got a story to tell.
Listen up, I got a story to tell.
Dock Winters:
Say, man.
Dock Winters:
Listen up, I
(Uncle Lupe)
Alright it's time to go to sleep
(Hey Uncle Lupe)
What?
(Can you please tell us a bedtime story?)
Ugh, it's late man
Okay, okay okay,
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
I'm sure Love can stand on His own
Still she sings her top 20
About the boy she doesn't even know
Written by a man they call money
He's winning birds
block know you
The whole block been knew this story but they ain't told you"
His mom says to him, "I hope you know your pap was a good man
But he just
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
Folks I'm gonna tell you now
The story 'bout a man
A demon born from doom to sea
The son of Rage and Hell
His crew sentenced to death
For stealing
and his shoes will soon become a father
A man and his shoes first day of school
A man and his shoes a story that sounds good
But he knows the sun don't
As the man on the flying trapeze!
He floats thro' the air with the greatest of ease
The daring young man on the flying trapeze
His actions are graceful,
shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.
Ah, ah.
Then according to the man who showed his
they walk down the street
Yeah.
He's just a rich old man
He never cared for anyone
He likes to count his possessions
He's been a miser from penny one
He
since the day Stacey went off to wander
They never found her, and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner
And that's the story of Bob and his marijuana
since the day Stacey went off to wander
They never found her, and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner
And that's the story of Bob and his marijuana
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