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Something to Remember Me By
Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(It's doing my fucking head in)
Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(I'm
On a park bench on sunny afternoon sat a young boy and a girl bout seventeen
As we stood so closely by watched them hold each other's hand
On their
Protected by my ancestors hey cracka you aint fooling me
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner
How do you feel about that?
Cult Leader eh ha ha ha
Yea there comparing you, to you know like Jim Jones or Davey Koresh
You know that's real
No one ever touched me without wanting to kill me
Except for a healer on 6th street in Ridgely
Tessa DiPietro
Recommended casually by a medium I
where my crib at
Get ready for the get back
Ya niggas be complaining and bitchin
Go get ya shit back
Love and Hip with the drama
You getcha Wig snatched
from the people who offended me
You know pretend to be's? Give you love like "remember me?"
Remember these, as I hold my crotch
Turn around and keep it
tainted
(love) , blinded by you (love)
And hold no one above foolish love, love
Love is this really
(love) , questioning ya? (love)
You know exactly what
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
not a groupie
Neither are my friends here
Jim and ian and aynsley and don and frank
None of us are groupies
Pleased to meet all you girls
Hiya howie...
read. What's red is read.
So often I've been called the leather clad dad
Ridiculed by those who ought to forget
Well for once wearing my moustache
timing
Nevermind me i'm just vibing
GeTO GEk beats bumping through my I.V.
Apparel by Jimi Hack and that's Jimmie Hackley
And you can say what you want
friend was killed by a drunk driver
The guy got out of his car
And shot my friend in the face
'Cause I'm beginning to feel
Like a black god, black guy
(Runnin' after me)
Runnin' for your love and I'm runnin' out of breath
Girl, you know I can't do this by myself
Sometimes I'm tired, I need rest
Where's my
And learn some Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass
Running from your love
Running from your love
Running from your love
Baby go and hold my gun
Running from your love
Running from your love
Running
the younger moon attained with love.
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand.
There's
the when I was barely getting by
All I had ta do was keep my eyes on the prize
Kick it in overdrive
While haters fall by the wayside
To hot ta touch
Built
human inatomy
Tearin your flesh and you muscle tissues
Knock em out _then check em in
And stand firm hold my nuts waitin on your second wind
The nine
sort of jaded
I don't want to overstate it
Hold up
Innovative nigga I be shining like I'm solar
Headshot, made the Bedrock
Spark a Flint Stone, big smoke
Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance.
A cousin of mine goes potholing,
A cousin of here's loves Joe Dolan.
Summer comes around each year,
We go there
a little Jim Beam
Do you have a little green Jack
Do you have a little coke and ice
So I can knock it on back
And when I get back from the dance floor
My
Hold my hand 'til the end
Step by step
Step by step
Step by step
Hold my hand 'til the end, woah
Baby, look at me
Can't you see?
That I'm so
Faint ginger autumn, the frost through my window screaming
I hold onto the love that I've grown so fast
Love is clear to see and you know me and i
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