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I'm chilling at the beach when sun goes down

In my dreams I want to be like Tommy Lee
A hero, a champion, so proud and free
I wanna be like Ronaldo

D.O.C. no one can do it better
Still Gulf Coast Ballin’ look up check out the weather (woah)
The wind is blowing its feeling so breezy
Voice for the radio

the battle is won, curtains close on their throat
Future's gone, toss all hope in the wind
Pray that someone up above would forgive them
Sippin' tea, sippin'

that’s unlikely, you want her then be like spike lee, nigga just do the right thing, cuz she just left her man and she feels much better for it, she got

and Second Red Scare

Joseph McCarthy sits at the helm
Inspiring future playwrights Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee
To produce Inherit the Wind

Racism

Ride through the west
Topless as Vladamere Poutin
The wind on my chest
Doesn't move a hair
There's none there
Chest bare as a modern cowboy
Chewin

on broken girls like my purpose is to aid her 

Dont save her one role model thats me be water Bruce Lee feelings in a bottle dont open up I just leak im

The world is passin' by
Right outside my window
Sunlight in my eyes
I'm blinded as the wind blows

Through my windowpane
Straight into my brain

If I

everybody's gone ahead and behaved
The street preacher's wound-up, screaming none will be saved
"By the pharaoh's order," cries the fouled referee,
"There's

drafts in September
When that wind get kicking you better hope you got ya sweater
Too cold like December, blue toes Cinderella
Flow crippin over ever

the snow again

so sorry baby, to feel lonesome by your side
wind is strong but weaker in your lee 

so plucking out my beating heart from chest
and wrapping

This is the greatest country in the world
You young people here in Baytown, Lee High School have an
unlimited future in front of you
Don't throw that

Rapping it then I go Swae Lee
They tryna tell me I'm crazy (wha?)
They tryna tell me I'm crazy (yuh)

Started out
20 bucks turned into 80 racks we was down

the coroner
They know me by reputation from all the bodies pouring in
Meanwhile, me and Chuck are working on a Bowflex
Redman rolling up blunts talkin, who's

Rapping it then I go Swae Lee
They tryna tell me I'm crazy (wha?)
They tryna tell me I'm crazy (yuh)

Started out
20 bucks turned into 80 racks we was down

You can't fuck with us in the group

Mountain views in my windshield
Put the top down, how the wind feel?
Ballin' on these niggas doin' windmills
All my

the wind I'm too, too confident
I come through so dominant, dominant In the gears' of war like Dominic
I'm the shit, it's so obvious Got a lot of shit, got

ain't all that

Like Amanda Bynes, clowns can't even touch me
Pantomime, damn the rhymes crazy Make em hate me every time the wind blow
So they just a fan

look like a movie,
So many kicks I can pull out feel like I'm Bruce Lee I rather worry bout my shoes
Than worry bout some coochie
But meanwhile I'm

city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She'd stood several blasts, she had

Digter se drome kan deel

As jy die Digter se hart wil bekoor
Sal jy die stemme in die wind moet hoor
Jy sal moet luister na wat die stem vir jou sê
Dan

on the evening
By sunlight diving
Into the sea

A shimmer
Coming off the water
Leaps against the lee
Its glimmer
Ornaments the hour
Filigree

And you're mine
Here

Waar die leë lamp leepoog vir die dagbreek wag
Is ons gevang in ‘n spinnerak van ‘n eindelose nag
Ons beur voort na die oomblik waar lig donker

Secret Place 					By Lisa Lee, 

There’s a Secret Place inside a woman, tread lightly here
For the grass is young and tender and can drown with her