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to fool g's and Move g's that's blue dreams this loose leaf amusing I'm using this shxt as a fuel see
I'm Bruce Lee you losing so it's not confusing
Smokin'

Collaborate your boundary, high five
Without a standard to survive by
Don't you wish you had thick skin
Like pig skin, pig ignorant
Collosal culture landslide,

days had an onion
Another week pass by, a quarter from the runnin'
So I take a quarter to the corner store and cop some Funions
That's my only treat,

toll
Would it fuel us long enough
Or just leave us dead by the road?

Sparks ov excitement
Ov terror, ov fear
Can be valuable for as long as they last

I can feel it inside of me
A sense of purpose cursed by the weak
I try to run and hide I'm scorned like a freak trying to rip my damn soul out into

Fla, fla, fla fla, fla, fla

Fla, fla fla rapaz, nos é kriminal
Gangsta move na street e na instrumental fla
Fla rapaz, nos é kriminal
Gangsta move

seat
You're the scapegoat
Fuel the lost cause
Mirror the causes
Out of the resent
You're the presents
Narrowed the famous
Cover the bruises

INSTRUMENTAL

the house
I feel numb when I'm high on you
I feel the groove when the rhythm brings me blues
I feel numb when I'm high on you
You're my rocket fuel, you're my

Do you really mean it?
cre we gonna fly?
Or are you just a figment of the things that get me by?


Chorus
Come in like the rain
Fuel me once again
Lead

what I'll do
You're looking like that for my approval
You're a body, just a body in a drunken room

Fuel the sins of the saint
Your soul I will taint

break > 

Lovers, kids an' fools! 

< instrumental break > 

Hmmm . . . 

Words and Music by Marvin Hamlisch  
and Paul Williams

part your instrumental
Cuz it's no fun without a posse
Whether you came by car or by horsie
I want you all at my concert all jam packed on the stage
Your

SOMETIMES WE LOOK (BUT WE DON'T REcLLY SEE)
WORDS cND MUSIC BY DOUG MOMcRY
[instrumental]
- Sometimes we look, but we don't really see
cll the love

don't chase money
But I'll trick on the guap jet fuel pack
The plug send it through the air
Million by my nuts, cashing out on Nike Airs
Jet fuel pack

my dreams, no Wes Craven

Writing like Shakespeare and his plays
A thespian, killing shit on stage
Have the people amazed by a lion jumping out his

Back to Earth
You're like a natural
Casual
When I'm on empty, you just add the fuel

Cause girl you always bring me back to Earth
I swear to God, you

I'm from it is by design
Please God don't take him
Please God show patience
I know I keep blocking my blessings
Instrumental hit me like Confession
Lock

Instrumental

Each step I take has already been made
By someone in the 90s who wrote this exact song
I have nothing to say

Instrumental

I don't want to do this

ventilation
If you looking for that nigga here's your indication
Don't be fooled by that nigga he a imitation
My jet fuel dripping them niggas tripping ain't it

The instrumental that play each day I'ma slay
Cuz my pen is so like Mj with the fadeaway
I see the vision come true I'ma master my craft
Path like Chronic leads

Baptism by fire
She's never burned brighter
She is everything she needs
Sparks fly
Feel that heat
Always had the fuel inside her
Lighter
Not a match
She's

there Is fire
My mind is electric...
When everything's down to the Wire
Trial by fire, fuel my desire
Cuz I'm going higher and higher And higher

love playing your game
Only takes two too fuel the energy inside of my veins
It's better you than the enemy holding me by a chain
When I'm with you I see

3. You're the sun

a. You're the sun
b. Time and space (instrumental)
c. There's no way
d. Restless (instrumental)
e. Dark times
f. Going home
g.