Lyrics:
smiled, surprised at how when flickered through
The wings flew by spelled out my name
Six months went by, the summer lost
Obsessively the letters
never knew what nice is
Check the papers while I bet on ices
More than your eye can see and ears can hear
Year by year all the sense disappears
never knew what nice is
Check the papers while I bet on ices
More than your eye can see and ears can hear
Year by year all the sense disappears
Miles down
under the
under the
under the underground
The murder mount
If you don't know somebody
You don't come around
The summer sound
6 x 9's
tomes
But underneath night sky by fire...
One tone
The soul of Hidalgo spoke six words
Left me in a trance
On adventure safari
You will dance
a hunter not a fighter
Now I'm pawing at the door you better let me out
Waiting by the window gonna catch me a mouse
I'm Tiger I'm Tiger half wild half
probably Quit
While you’re a
Head
Hunter
Lost In the desert
I’ll bring the dessert
Cause I rise to the top
Like the cream of the crop
Or boba fett
From
of Dutch Delight
While we were spat on, we were kicked
Went from seven, down to six
Some was carried off by fever, some by fighting
You might have heard
Me and old Bill
Sittin' by the river
Throwin' in a line, talkin' of the times in the war together
I say, how's the old wound?
He says, not so tough
changed me
Six years old shit close enough to call me baby
Money on my mind but money make em go fugazy
Love to smoke but this high give me nightmare in
Edderley, eighteen-year-old American.
First woman to swim The Channel.
Listen to this. Cricket. Ashes for England after fourteen years.
Irish woman,
If you’re not paying close attention
Dove Cameron might convince you that she
Can be in two places at once
In the past six years, the 23-year-old
in the shadow of the Pole,
With a little coffin six by three and a grief you can't control?
Have you ever sat by a frozen corpse that looks at you
a 38, meaning that shit's special
Like a 37-year-old riding the yellow short bus
My line's dope so I never need to snort stuff
Riding ‘round skipping
know how to store it
Cannot file it away, so it hovers in our energy, stagnant
A lost document
So it went
Southern California, five years old in
wanna compare me to man
When they're Old Kent-road and
I'm like Mayfair i'm not on a hype
I'm trying to get paid here
New year's eve I can say I had
the crack sales then got in jail
Couldn't post bail now my home is livin' in a cell
Thirty years with no parole as I grow old
You won't see me
gettin' see-sick
Yeah, one by one check it out
East Side BOUNTY HUNTER niggas is gettin' see-sick
West Side M Gang, they all gettin' see-sick
through the manor while the owner takes communion
I'm going in to get my wage for last year
Plus a big bag of food
One of them big chandeliers
I affect
apart
Think something dark's living down in my heart
And if I wanted to die before I got old
I should've started some years ago digging that hole
so well,
A Big Bang, I got clientele
And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice I ever had
& He Fed My Mum
Kept Us Children Three
And I Remember Old Coach Road
And The Pine Trees By Its Side
And I Remember The Playground There
And Every Swing
Out in New Mexico, many long years ago
There in a shack on the desert, one night in a storm
Amid streaks of lightnin' and loud desert thunder
and De La Soul
We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so
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