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The first time in this condition
It’s a little bit more of a commitment
A little bit more
Gasped, you never made love in the morning
I’m sorry your ex was so

on the run



Woke up with a girl, stone rose on her back 

Thorns in my heart, the gig was a smash 

Guess I missed your revolver blue eyes like steel 

You

Ever since some chick asked if I was signed by Wahlburger's I been done wit' it (stupid bitch)
But Marksy, that's my brethren, so don't call me with

ever'thing so nothin' is concealed
I'se in the pun'kin patch down by the potter's field
We both know lately we cain't seem to get along
Blues tumbled over me.

brother, yeah them niggas dead

Stay the distance, you beg and kill to spread your light
You signed pussy, I had a nigga from the west side
You a hoe boy,

focus and my temper
I know I'm getting better
This is sealed exactly and it's actually like when finally all the fans start sending letters
PS we love you

when we first met)
Now we riding in them Porsche's (Everything is perfect)
And even when you text and I'm feeling like blue-ticking that shit
And move

way

Close your eyes there's nothing more to see
Paradise succumbed to desert heat
I'm trapped in a fantasy I can't break free
I'm like a lock without

will
Though I fully understand how quickly things can go downhill
Like the artists signed to labels, take a look at your real deal
Sometimes I don't feel

your blood is blue before it leaves the body
So forever stay inside to match these cruel thoughts of mine
I tried to hide away from these aches

moonlight

Standing up the top of that lonely hill
Spared by the company mines
My blue-eyed baby with her best dress on
In the shadow of a lonely pine

Sympathy for the Devil / Chubby's Story

Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year,

The light sneaks in from under the door
I don't know where I am
But I've been here before
I found a message on the table
And it's signed by you

I’ve been leaving you flowers
On the porch by the wooden stairs
I’ve been writing you letters
Signed my initials there
You can blame it on cupid’s

Christmas Isn't Christmas

Meneguar

I Was Born at Night

I'm in love with the hands that keep falling off my hips
To see if anybody wants one
Signed on dots 
One by one
Tell me that you've stocked all