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I am a freeborn man of the traveling people Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered Country lanes and byways were always my ways Never fancied
You better set your house in order For you must surely die He turned to the wall in weeping We see him here in tears He got his business fixed all
The heart is the general, the eyes are the scouts The fists are the arrows, the body is the bow All movements have to be manual I'm the 7 in
Got a birthday card at Christmas... it made me think of Jesus Christ. It said, "I love you" in small letters. I simply had to read it twice. Wood
to Bergdorf, spend a small bag Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags (woah) Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that (let's go) Poured
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten wife commandments I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get It's the ten wife commandments
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten wife commandments I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get It's the ten wife
Sporting effects In a small black reptile Broadened at the shoulder And the swing at the hips Room for a big fish A crack of whips Demander
to the ground. It fell without a sound. Lynette took up with a man whose business was the boulevard, whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard. In
to get her fixed She wasn't well, she was getting sick Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high Didn't know, thinks she could buy it And she would run,
to get her fixed She wasn't well, she was getting sick Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high Didn't know, thinks she could buy it And she would run,
I was born inside a small town, I lost that state of mind Learned to sing inside the Lord's house, but stopped at the age of nine I forget when I
be fixed, we're outta time Time, oh yeah Oh yeah (oh yeah) Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah, yeah Oh, turns out I don't Know, know you, no, not
what's wrong?" So he took a square of paper That he cut out of the Avery Evening News 'Wanted, manual labor At the grocery store on 16th Avenue' Stock
We don't need a clique To make our clock tick Our clique is the world The world is our clique We don't have to fit In your fixed trip Our clique is
secret Lord lift up these lifeless bones Light cascading through the windows all the rainbow's heavy tones He has fixed his sign in the sky He has
unnoticed, 'til the cloth begins to tear One small grain of salt in water, at first is not so hard to bear Out of an hour or day you're born to play your
Got your hair and nails fixed, you legit with it I see that you done got cocky, throw a fit with it I say I bet you can't do it with some dick in
Man I run this rap shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls Get your hands up high, hands up high,
In one small amusement park What placed in the dark Little girl, noisy little bit Underground, under feet In One Little girl, Little girl Harder,
Small town high in the mountains The only hospital in this area No permanent surgeon Late care caused some death These incidents brought us
she don't come with a manual? If she did I would have fixed it all Is everyone as impossible as me? Is she? Let's get all Autodidactic Don't have
older And he knew how to climb over walls Then the bombs came down on my small village town As I looked around, it was gone Mama called our names,
metal Gods From a casting line From a factory in Mumbai Some manual labourer's bread and butter And a single-minded lie Small metal Gods Cheap
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