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it twice

She from shaky side

All for the millions

Show me your friends

I tell you who’s next

Tall slim brunette

She say she the master

I can’t

from shaky side
All for the millions
Show me your friends
I tell you who's next
Tall slim brunette
She say she the master
I can't believe it
If she tell

Watching all these things, they're gonna get trendy
Ain’t no shit here which is this pretty
Killin’ the time by lookin’ at it
Watching from

their goddamned condolences

Well I tried to get by...
The hardest thing I had to face: a pride and joy I'll never embrace

Perhaps we made

like the wu
Smoking method getting cream
Making beats like I'm rza
I get paid by the stream
Bitch I'm city slick
U know how my city get
No time for

the same
Waking up dope sick can't even find a vein
House filthy dirty dishes baby need to be changed
Bombing begging  for change but in my heart I want

like rap for hire ms vera son never ease up
Been round da world back again in every city throwing Bs up
Blow a bag in Barney always got my strap
On me

no love for lames, I push aside fakes
The studio waves make way to my brain
It's really insane, we want the same thing
I make sure I ignore the pain

leave me alone 
Now I pushed away the one thing in the world that I had left
I just keep making memories to forget 

Well I called her over and over by

You took me to your room and locked the door
There's a lot to be said for leaving things unspoken of
It's something else to leave me un-awoken, love

to live is hanging by a (thread)

Babies haven't got the slightest clue of fear
Unless they take a beating on the side
And I was once a happy traveler in

Take time, take time to erase things, they out of the way
Sage ain't gotta relate
I chose to reciprocate fate
I was wildin' for days, I got a lot

got no troubles in mind
Cause baby, I left my blue days behind.
That old sun is shinin, but I'm in the shade reclinin'
Watchin' all the clouds go by

Wankers

Barcode

Beerserk

1999

OI OI OI
WE DO INSIST
Truckloads of six-packs make parties come for real
WE'RE GETTING PISSED

We try to WHO?
We know that YOU!
Grab yourself by

Got no love for lames, I push aside fakes
The studio waves make way to my brain
It's really insane, we want the same thing
I make sure I ignore the pain