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hearth and a clear fire for me,
For I'll be back, my girl, before you know it.'
Then lightly rocking baby's cradle and he,
This pretty, puny, weakly little
we like his burgers
At the drive-in movie
She suggested 'color' could be changed to 'color' without a 'u'
On the way home, I said, "and 'thru' instead
Right down to my finger tips
You'll always be a part of me
Though you can't be mine
At least I lived a little while
Before I died
Don't ask me
for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way
And if I joined the social whirl
together, girl
But now we're a little older
Can you hear what I'm saying
You are
Everything that a man would want his woman to be
Everything
You are
Happy New Year, happy Christmas
Happy Easter, happy autumn
Happy Michelmas, everybody
Happy Christmas, everybody to you
I'd like to wish everybody
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
my Glock up
Like I'm Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Sosa
Yeah
Yeah
Round three
It's gonna be a long song
It's all a freestyle by the way
the time pass me by
Little dutch girl, I wish I could have stayed
Little dutch girl, the cutest couple we'd have made
Woulda, shoulda, coulda's, if
could've been an actor but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear, give us dirty laundry
Kick 'em
My lawyer's son died in his sleep last night
Got me thinking 'bout who I was in my past life
To be surrounded by so much pain
I understand my
I feel like Maven
But I be dressed like Raven, up in the studio slavin'
Wonder how Peggy be (wait, wait)
Wonder how Peggy be cakin'? I be Easy
romancin' the blues
I hope he's happy, wastin' my best years
Guess I'll pour me a stiff one
Then I'll pour out the tears
I could slip on a brave face, but
demands a smoke off!â?? "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl,
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!"
Says Calistog, "I'll smoke
addicted, said the pussy relax him
Issa ba-ba-ba-ba-bashment (what else?)
Change up like my accent (oop)
Tryna prove his point, bitc,h I'm a trigger finger
at least.
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn.
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn.
Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in
an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you
an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you
’d like to be happy
I’d like to be happy
I’d like to be happy
I’d like to be happy
I’d like to be a little happier
So this time? I want it to be different
be better for you, huh
Yeah, they're a little baked
Yeah, they're a little baked
Do you like the puffs better
Yes, I do
Well I had these fried kind, I
and it's raining on our yesterday, sing
Raining down
Raining down
No I ain't mad (i ain't mad, I ain't mad)
Just a little confused
Is it that morning
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says Hell I can roll 'em
demands a smoke off!â?? "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl,
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!"
Says Calistog, "I'll smoke
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