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who want what I got in stock
Not from Atlanta but I got heart
Chickens birdies quails baking soda scales
Heavy weights exhale 5 star hotels
I'm

Ride this wave until the last star has sunk
In the morning even the sunrise will be drunk

V2
So let’s make a vow
Never to let this go
This feeling in my

hard on the grind
Yo, skull fucked by an asain
Gotta say that gwop' felt fucken' amazing
But I was just bait height 5'8 similar to mason
Shaved a buzzy

a chance to celebrate
The sun, the moon, the stars are all so beautiful mixed in with the green of the earth
We are all so blessed to have 5 star views

Schwartzman kind of vibe
And he probably read a blog that said the Mission is one of the the coolest neighborhood in the States—5 stars /5
He’s probably getting

In the glorious of the Five point stars
As the ageless sealed that broke by scars
Of the unwritte laws Yes Enlightened by chosen
That I kneel when

Slurred words perceptions going wavy
Up at 5 in the morning off the 30s
Pave your own path make your own story
Life is to fast got lots of worries
Lost soul

you're doin' tonight
Because if you ain't got nothin' planned then I'm thinkin' I might
Just swing by when you finish workin' 9 to 5
Because I can make

the morning
Give me one chance, don't tell me that you boring
Seen you in them pants, I don't plan to ignore it
Take me by the hand, tell me with your hips

Chickens birdies quails, baking soda scales
Heavy weights exhale, 5 star hotels
I'm a grinder about my grit
Trying to increase my profit quick
50 thou under

(Rise) I am the Morning Star
(Rise) Reincarnate
(Rise) You forsaken men
(Rise) My faithful kin

For the Son of Dawn
Shall descend through the blood

First thing
When I wake up in the morning, it's quarter to five I tell myself something ain't right
First thing
I'ma do when I rise
Take a pen

Guess Who's Back

Scarface

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 6 [Clean]

2002

star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, gotta get

Guess Who's Back

Craig G

Cornerstone Mixtape, No. 38

2002

star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, gotta get

Space Mix [The Ultimate Nonstop Mix]

Modern Talking

Alone

1999

lonely heartache
My heart bleeds - love me lady
Come, take a chance on love

Watch out - (it's) 5:30 in the morning,
Get out of bed and then I join

nigga wise he wish on a star he twenty-five with three pistols 
Down the same road he ain't too far
He followed behind these niggas 
Same ones looked em

Wake up in the morning
Hit up Skino
We on the A today
Me and bro
Was chasing chicken
Boy we let a hater hate
Running lil n*ggas off
Liah said she

Verse1 

Caught me by
With a big surprise  
When I saw the light 
In your eyes, eyes

You look like
The one that I would fight for
Got me swinging,

Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same

birdies, quails, baking soda scales
Heavy weights exhale, 5 star hotels
I'm a grinder about my grit
Trying to increase my profit quick
50 thou under

I wanna go back like ageing rock stars
Reverse it all like we chase these cop cars
Whole damn street was an underage entourage
They loved pop charts

THE STcR OF THE COUNTY DOWN

V1.  Near Banbridge Town, in the County Down,
        One morning last July.
        -Down a boreen green, came a sweet

My name like the Rangers, I write in Stone
Chano my nigga, he right or he wrong
Stars in the roof it's a, ayy, yeah
It's a war zone at home
Ayy,

personal
Sink mans boat like a submersible
OMW to the Heathrow Terminal
My trap star gilet reversible
Reversing this
Bars
Like spray dispersing this
Beat
I'm