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politieks by die huis
Don't make such a fuss

If you are my brother
I must be your friend
We stuck on this railway line to go 'til the end

So you can wear so

that what kind of love is that

I got skills Tom Brady I need Bucs they want 12 in my back
Call Andrew they need Luck I was born to be the shit
Really

he get cases
I ain't wearing no cologne you smell the runts as my fragrance
My brother Liek screaming GG while i'm g lock-in
I ain't wanna fuck your

Yeah, I'm doing what the fuck I want
I say how the fuck I feel
I'm drunk as shit on a pill
Your life fake, mine real
Bob Barker, let's make a deal
I

Days of Wild

Prince

Crystal Ball

1998

of wild (Hold onto your wits!) 

Oh oh oh, by the way, I play guitar! 

Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat 
Up until the day another want to laugh

Drunk by Myself

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

Chorus: 



I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat 

I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef 

I'm a ride to the end of the road if I

there's someone new by your side

So why you walking in the footsteps that we left in the back streets
When it was just you and me?
Oh, my love
I see

Bank accounts, large amounts
We getting it in by the twos
Close your eyes, shut your mouth
Does it hurt when you telling the truth
Who am I
Who are

the champs belt, Ben Stiller, Heavyweight all these b*tches want to judge a nigga bet I beat the case. Walk a mile in my shoes better keep em laced. I ain't

the first day of school
Waking up, three in the morning
Looking at my shoes but this time around
I be looking are my tool
Wiping it down, every other

Tom Brady
Weed smoke got my eyes too low
Look a lil lazy
In the bando, tryna make sure that things was litt
You know there's always gonna be some envy

I'll Carry you like Your the food
I'm the tray if you get in my lobby there's a big chance you'll die today
Michael said he on his grind
Don't got Time

Dripping n swaggin'
My boot like a sneaker
I'm up with the NERDY
Just mess up a feature
I feel like a prophet
'Cause jiggy be deeper
Your shoes be fake
You

I Said My Pajamas (And Put On My Prayers)

Doris Day

Sentimental Journey [Proper Box]

2006

My ba-by kissed me good-night, and I am glad to relate 
That by the time I got home, I was feeling great
I climbed up the door and o-pened

Déjà Vu

Eminem

Relapse [Deluxe] [Explicit]

2009

a Vicodin, splash, it hits my stomach, then, ah
Couple of weeks go by, it ain't even like I'm gettin' high
Now I need it just not to feel sick, yeah, I'm

by things are gettin' harder
Want to be the one that give you the whole enchilada
Cause I know what my baby like, I lean you on that Prada
You ain't

of the dead
But my hope still remains
Whether dead or alive, this is do or die
When Christ is the gain
So raise your torches up high
Tonight we fight for our

judged by my King
And you will fail
Take that as a promise from the King
Sometimes I do speak for the King
And you should kneel to your betters in this

parents by mother goose
They told me all these niggas out here buying shoes
Cuz they can't walk in yo shoes and that’s the truth
By myself most of the time

L&B, high asl
Hit by my own wave
Hit by my own hits
No Time for games these days
Back then had the chopper no Kobe,
On this young mans hip
Everyday

your turf if you front you get knocked out
He get punched out his shoes on the floor with his socks out
Draco on me just a K with the stock out
And my

And you never say hey, or remember my name
And it's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me

You got your high brow, shoes on your feet
And you wear

Louboutin Shoes

Yeah I'll spend a couple bands
Said my job's to be the man
Bet I can make your dreams come true

Oh I'll post you on the gram
Now I see you

I'm crying inside, I shout
My vocal cords won't permit me, I scream, but it's not aloud
You put your arm around Mama to calm her, wow
I just thought