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think I'm cuttin' you from my life, no more
Wasted energy, spent in a place where every
Hour awake I need an escape to center me
And I don't mean
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
Uh, every king will be crowned
Trust me
Uh
This marathon shit, so let's see who first to the finish
If it's less than a hundred racks, it don't
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas
axis
Throw those savage blows, damage foes
Beating Breez is like meeting
Three average hoes
No man's land
Nothing less than the real advance
Where we
want nothing less
Girl, I want nothing less than pleasure
Girl, I want nothing less than pleasure
I gotta tell you, boy, we made such a mess
Boy,
had bad times even back then
Up and down still now I just know how it is
Cause I been through it shaped by experience
Now my rims glisten more than my
on the count of three
We gonna bum rush The Tunnel with a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
Blazin' like Biggie passed us a semi in
explains all the ways it offends
Both sides have a PhD' and the dominant theme's that we all disagree
24 Hours of ADHD
Now a word from our sponsors to drown
to buy Ellene a dream house
She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlaw
Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this
how the big boys do it
Hours of work searching for the right sound
Hours of journey, we're travelling from town to town
Sleepless nights, all
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
[Verse One]
I catch the pound on the upswing, what's your rush nothing
Just Peril's at my stair while all his folks are down in Flushing
nothing less than astounding
Until I realized that until you conquer the enemy in yourself
You can't deal with anyone
In order to be used by God, you have
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
hours
Swallowed by the night
Sheepish breaths
Consumed by fear
And where is the time
Of the twinkling of stars
That's less to do with love
Than it
fuckin' ass!
That shit is amazing! Wow! And I'm only on
Thirty-three percent
That charger is fufu i've been gone for
Three hours damn, that shit
Sounds
the pot out
When the boys coming for D, it's getting hot out
We hit the hideout couple hours and we back
Too much money out here to be anything less than
nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where
You will definitely miss music... Trying to sneak into your house drunk - three hours past your curfew... You'll miss the blaze and glory of the 4th
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The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls
An addictive 24 hour candle light vigil in TVs.
Freedom WILL be defended...at
to the floor, let it rock though
Showing up three hours late, (I'm late)
My bad the whip hit a pot-hole (Damn)
Check out the loafers
These cost more than the sofa
at all the waves we started
The hours we put in
When they left us in the darkest
All up in our minds when we Sleepin on the carpet
Honest
We came from
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