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Uhm
Coming to the stage
Is a young man uhh, uhh
He was born locally 
You may not have known it
But uhh
He's from your backyard

*stretch yawn*
Off

me bound
Trapped by the sea
You said stretch forth what is in your hand
And it parted for me

I want to be all you create me to be
I want to be all I

doors before we got our feet wet, the block rejects
The rules the OGs set, got a reset and as of recent.
Squad goal is hand outs that we ain't reach yet,

again
Green leaves turn to red, then tumble and swirl
Shadows stretch out and the nights grow darker
As we wait for snowflakes to fall
       
Our love

the aim of this stretch,
Not just lifting yourself from your bed,
Then I've got the wrong stick not a dirty end.
Dear Dave knew distractions so well himself

got trapped in the palm of your hand
Kiss me on both my cheeks
You can tell which is sour and which tastes sweet
But baby please tell me that you won't

about?
And why oh why oh why

Can't we just speed by flashing yellow lights
Stretch our dirty hands, fingering the sky?
When we've prepared ourselves for

Keep On

Outsidaz

The Bricks

2001

the stretch
Ballin' like the Nets, like ten pass ya marks on my net
Woman love me, wantin' lust for me like people do money
They hungry, I might start livin'

the times
You talking like we got ties
To your opinion that's fair
All this loud in the air got my man laughing
We don't care
Oh Lord
Let me stretch my hands

Ready

Lindsay McCaul

If It Leads Me Back

2012

I stretch out my hands
Reaching for you and you are

Ready to answer every time I call
You are waiting to catch the pieces as they fall
You've

my head

Pass me my sunglasses.
You sat on yours I still got mine.
Just stretch out your right hand.
They're in the plastic bag behind.

The stereo

When the Body Goes Cold

Jedi Mind Tricks

The Bridge & the Abyss

2018

to conceit
He like Stottlemeyer pa, I'm far out of his league
Listen, hand me the eighth I'm taking his head
I'm like Yeshua with lazarus, I'm waking

them crooks 
And we don't like your flat books
I'm tired to bein a victim
It seems everytime I look I'm gettin punked by the system
It's hard bein

the bar, took 2 shots of tequila
Grabbed the lady by the hand and I had to tell her:

Chorus (Nate Dogg):
Mami mira
You're such a fine and such a sexy

from the top of the key
Cross over, watch you blow by then raise my hand in victory (Game time)
The perfect ending for your majesty
Welcome to the end

War

Knoc-Turn'al

The Way I Am [Clean]

2004

the temperate stretch
It's a motherfucking promise you will never forget
I'ma send the statue of liberty back to France in a body bag
Broke it in half, you

Wishing as I gaze up the sky with saddened eyes
But I know it has no use at all　

Wonder why I'm here by myself
I try to search for your trace 
But can't

hands hot
185 but bigger than sasquatch
I'm a B-A-L-L-E-R
In Florida acting out doing donuts in my Ferrari

[Hook]
If it don't shine it ain't me
Sit

I Wish That I Was Beautiful for You

Darren Hanlon

Little Chills

2005

an unnamed plain towards somewhere and nowhere there was us
Our hands lay useless in our laps
Like beetles on their backs

We came to a stretch of road