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Won't help you get down with the kids
Back up to Luton with you, Tom

I didn't get the education to escape a proper job
When all I ever wanted was to be

this commotion
Even with the quick hits
I'm rolling deep slow motion
Crystal clear coming through like the call to ground control
Move it or lose it
Bob

They smile in your face, whole time wanna take your place
my circle get smaller by the day 
can’t deal i just need my space 

Trust ima always say

’m taking a break she a halfwit, i’m tryna get lit so I moved to her bestfriend, now she just my sneaky link,( My sneakyyy), 
Just put her on the list, Yeah

a cling film
Sensei, I jump in the middle and let the thing swing
Pull strings like Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen
My new ting got old flings trying

From the Amish
Knowledge in the hand
Of a prophet
You flow terrestrial
My rhymes super cosmic
Characterized by a bunch of lies
I don't feel
Sticks

Ịchọrọ idi super karia super eagle
People che na anyi na araru by 10
I stay up all night every night I just do my thing
(Do your thing nigga)
Akwụkwọ ndu

sink
And when you overthink, it breaks the links until you sync your brain back together
Whatever
Anyway I get my energy from the vodka
Until it's got my

I cleared my
My mind from the bs
This that
Retaliation season
I took time in recovery
Healed the fuck
Up and woke the fuck up
Change my reality for

it's at
I spent fifteen on a Audi truck, ain't really want the scat
Bob the build her a Brazilian, then made her take it back
20 millimeter Cuban link, I

like Bob Bradley formations
I got an ill Tom Penn, Shouts to both Larry's
a Rich can I live
all alone it gets colder
so we shoulder to shoulder

Pre

until you look and see my master in disguise
When we link up
Now I'm walking by your grace
When I call up on your name
Always answer
I won't worry bout

Malone 
And the Social Club Band
Bob Luhr was in the house
We had a St. Louis jam
By the end of the night 
I had me a job at BB’s
700 hundred south

wspak wyszukany jakiś przekaz

Dj Feel x na deckach Kaliber 44
I Eminem na kasetach i Bob Marley z Marry
I jak Tom z Jerry'm gonił mi się rap z ragga

how I get groovy
I need blue imma star I ain't talkin bout subie
When we link imma zellda cash mean that shit truly
I'm with bob and he build the shit

Can't wait to be cooped up 
Seasons change and they won't stop 
I need a woman who can just chat 
So close but you're not that 
So close but you're

Make Way for Ducklings

MC Lars

Radio Pet Fencing

2004

went straight to college. 

Well Tom?s a pop culture primate with the IQ of a fetus, 
Social IQ twenty-five; you know that I mean this. 
Between his

She wanna chill
She wanna vibe
With the winning team
I told her
Come and bust it open
For the winning team
I got it popping by the pound
Bitch I got

of context
Don't carry a rubber, but always practice safe sex
I'll watch any kind series that you're into
By the end of season one I'll probably like it too

Jingle Bells
Original Music and Lyrics by James Lord Pierpont
Additional Music and New Lyrics by Peter Link

Dashing through the snow
In a one

Me and Tom, back and forth
We've been goin' at it
And we ain't all there
Upstairs like an attic
Rappers all addicts it don't
Add up mathematics i

league

You D-league, boy you terrible
Like delinquents, so sorry peeping' tom
Yo ya'll some hot tamales But I'ma need to see some
ID's before I let you

for me
And I'm smart as Ivy league
You D-league boy
You terrible like delinquents
So sorry peeping tom
Yo y'all some hot tamales
But I'ma need to see

a screw
It's owned by StateFarm crew
Maybe I'm kidding you
Trust me, it's not that bad
Finished product, I'm glad
From sticking to the script
To then making