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have to teach ya
Im packing underneath the beater
Dont play when it comes to the streets bruh
Flexing for you get your teeth pulled
Its hard showing love

Scatter my clothes, change the locks
Sitting on the kerb, head in hands
Cracking your codes, tweaking my plans
Maybe I'll tell the world one day
How you

control ya
I just feel emotion
When I see you walk by me
I wan' feel you sober
Press on you no clothes on
See you when its night

And I know you can't help

Winter Song

Bill Morrissey

Something I Saw or Thought I Saw

2001

the city she buys clothes by the pound
just to fool me
into thinking her way

(Refrain:)
Come sing a winter tune
a winter tune so gay
It's too bad

Needs

Omarion

21

2006

my hand on yo thigh, 
So I can feel underneath your clothes, ain't nobody knowin and its so hot, 
Got a nigga goin baby don't stop, 
You'll be more

I've gotta offer a sorry for apathy
Hyping the freedom of copping the lines of the hottest of clothes

How could I be seeing it even if but for a second

the open casks
Surrounded, hounded
Forsook what I founded
Blinded and confined
By the touch of the tines
Nearby knock
Clicked and locked
My escape has been

porch just in case you call
The dog misses you maybe I do too
Take your time stop on by when your passing through

You ran from the known
Saw dust in your

nothing to hide		

Compare myself to the girls as they pass by			
Their clothes just fit in a different way
I tell myself that it’s gonna be the last time

Lose your mind
Lose your body
Lose your soul
Losing mine costed a body
With some blood on his sole
Why'd he ?
Have to do that
Now his new blue rag

Leaving no hope for these hoes
The swag I kill you can even tell by these clothes
The talk I walk fake niggas what I dispose
A few homies in my circle where

hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I

don't get old
We don't get tired
Shadows dancing
By a garbage fire

Torn up clothes
Filthy hair
Bruises on our knees
Cuts everywhere
We write your name

me

You don't need no fancy clothes, yeah
Wear sunblock on your nose
Don't forget how your face gets red so easily in summertime
You don't need no

will work out
Don't hold that sword up by yourself and tell me your strong
That's fake news and fake strength
Just a fake expression with the beauty

got high voltage, baby
underneath those clothes you're in?
do you need an outlet
for all your sexual frustration?
you can't refuse - you've got

a stressful job so I needed her to relax. Cheaper than a shrink, still met once a week. She would send me daily snaps of her trying off clothes, put her ass

Cellular ringing up constantly
Hot like Independence Day Designer Clothes Glock Underneath play it safe ain't No Where safe you can be at home Get kilt from

I don't give a fuck about the past
Our glory days gone by
All I care about right now 
Is that wee mole inside your thigh
And my confidence might

is truant
'Cause your clothes don't know what you're doing
You're looking so Goddamn clueless
Here's the thing, I didn't mean to ruin anything
A pretty

core
But the sound of it is dwarfed by your countenance, counting down
From this lighthouse tower, lights out power out, towering over me
Cowering down,

clothes, 
And buried him by the mill, 
In the place he said he'd never stay. 

All you gotta do, is look around. 
You can change the darkness 
Into somethin'

Outside This Bar

American Music Club

Engine

1987

at the street 
Watch the El Dorados roll by 
You can't look your murderers 
You can't look them in the eye 

But you know they can always spot you 
From

clothes
I prayed God would give me the kudos
And if it isn't right send a sign and I suffered huge blow
Underneath my wing my rule goes
On my watch you