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was German, or even Italian. Pippo epitomized the identity of the enemy as something fluid and ambiguous — the destruction brought by
to start
And if the Summer comes this year, it'll be more understood
How the rain and the snow reflects the inner good
And I want something new for my skin
like a flake in the snow
Thought by now i’d have it all in a flow
But I still beat my brain until it’s indigo
I’m okay ‘till okay is getting old
Fading
And Everybody in the Ultra 85
Goddamn it feel good to be alive
And all these bitches that I passed up
Couldn't fuck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up
Baby I, I got something special
In my dream yea sleep by the fire
And I love it when I’m next to you, you
You know there’s nowhere that I’d rather
should've known I'm not the chosen hero
Break down with tears
Snow on my hair
My obsession cages me in
You were feeling good
To kill me in the foggy woods
Why
outfit
I got me a haircut and shave
I'd trek through the snow
For no good reason
Just to go by her cabin each day
I don't know about love
But I was
something good they wanna come in and take it
I had enough of the fakers
I had to seek separation
And now they speak reparations
Ain’t no amount of the paper
When am not there she the plug
She my snow bunny
She don't want love
She just want the money
She don't want love no
She just want the money
Got her own
belt buckle made of mistletoe
So give a kiss below and my dick will grow
Ho ho ho ho Ho Ho
Hollywood girls like clubs full of snow
Red nose, from
everyday you see we onto something
Push my chips to the center cos it's all or nothing
And you know that the Lord knows
Been through hell but his heart
on
Shawty gone bounce with my flow
She looking so cold, up there on the pole, like she dancing out in the snow
What's got her in a such a good mood? Only
I'm a Mountie and I'm marching through the snow
I'm a Mountie to the Yukon I must go
I'm a Mountie, a perfection, if something needs protection
effect on the champion?s usual monstrous drive.
Champion: Is that Greag normen?s kid or something?
(Gallery begins to laugh.)
Donald: The Champion
Boy come unwrap this D
Lookie lookie
Who’s coming down my chimney
I was a good boygirl
He must have something good for me
I got his cookie
Making up
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
misunderstood
By the one who used to know me
And the ones who wish they could
Good I see a house made of big fun
I can come in but I really need income
I'm
slow
Going all night until we make it snow
Mistletoe vibes in the bedroom
POV red lights for the round two
My gift this Christmas is all of you
Don't
This year been bad, but I've been good
So give me something sweet
Cuz I need something to help me get back on my feet
So let's run away and get
a Christmas to remember
Almost went to Aspen but something told me no
I considered Mammoth but there wasn't enough snow
And I even thought of Gatlinburg but
gets good
'Cause something's wrong and something is near
It slowly advances and has us surrounded here
If I'm right then it's clear
That I'll be
own stunts and my own saving
But there's something amiss
Something I been missing maybe maybe
They say there's good grief
But how can you tell it
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
remember me, from way back?
I'm the same cat with the wave cap
The motherfucker that TNT used to blaze at
Still here so it's all good
Oh you know my
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