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is high in calories and can be a major barrier to weight loss. If you do choose to drink, stick to one or two drinks per day, and avoid high-calorie

to your outputs
In almost any salaried job
Even at one that's paying a lot per hour 
Like a lawyer, or a doctor, 
You're still putting in the hours

think because you're being misled
I will pay for your meal but I can’t put you ahead
Psychological warfare the tears were shed

“I will not be taken

a twelve gauge
Every show a twenty piece, nah ion do minimum wage
I feel like Jony Bones my only loss was cause myself
If I was down, I went and hustled, I

around in the Vegas hotel lobby
You asked me for the bare minimum
To make you feel like you're the only one
But I thought my rules were the only right ones

ain't love
No that ain't love
No that ain't love

I could cook you a nice hot meal
But that ain't love
If you're tired I can take the wheel
But that ain't

your needs doesn't
Have to require an engineering degree a
System like Grasshopper, for example
Is designеd with the non-technical
Person in mind
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months
I've exclusively consumed eight Dare iced coffees per day
And I still go to the bathroom like a normal person
Who's had three meals a day and drank

rap c’est un 357
Dans un menu Happy Meal
Tu crois qu’tu nous intimides?
T’as l’flow d’un prof’ de chimie
Quand tu m’écoutes, on dirait
Qu’j’suis à côté

Pythagoreum
Try my 90 degree per diem
Line me up at the seams, my Stitch Real
On the track, turning green Peel
Me from Hulking, them from Pewkkin, they Meal

you sit there and blame a nigga for tryin'?
What type of per
What type of person is you
What, what type of bitch is you?
That's my word
(I feel like

ca avotano a bandier
Parl assai me par na caper
Addò stai nun te vec fra stai a per
Si me desseno n'eur 
p'ogni person ca press dint'a na serat
Ma

that first
Then I’m that per-son
That’ll have them rappers
Thinking that I ain’t a factor
But I ain’t gotta be a farmer
To know I’m pastures
But I can’t

Oh, darlings have you ever noticed this world is like mixed nuts, 
Packed in a bag.
Each per-son snuggled next to ones they hold dear, and the ones

You only tell me that you love me when you need me to drive
Let me pay for every meal and then forget to say goodbye
You tell me I'm your person when

a meal
I got a mission like you
And gotta get it by any means
It ain't shit to get reckless, make a mess of shit
It's harder to keep the peace
So, that's

Twenty minutes into the meal
The moose on the wall starts talkin' to me
"Hey!" ("Hey!")

I'm goin' loony, I'm from the
Boonies, you hate me, then sue me
My

per hour
Made a mess on the kitchen counter
Left the waps in the dressing room
Always got thugs around us (they know)
Versace gown on the wing

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the radiator
Generation accelerator, critical movement
My mic is an armored tank, you can draw your own conclusion
One spike per person, swing when you wish