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thinking
Hop out a Honda, he will never get a Maybach
I feel like travis i be raging, you ain't gangsta bitch you staged it, yeah
Bitch you staged it (Bitch

Yea
Yea
Aye
Pass me the gas, I got some logs to burn
Howard stern
Judging the people round me like I'm concerned
Got some burn marks on my arm for

And thats all I care about

My hearts a locomotive
It's burning and it wont slow down yeah
The way you look at me
Is the fuel that makes my heart go round

I move that pack like a mule
Filled up with gas for my fuel
Trapping since I was in school
Never go broke that's my number 1 rule
I move that pack

get sweeter
When ever your with me
Be the fuel to my fire
Plant to my seed
Ash in my ash tray
Wind to my breeze
Weight of the ocean
Far as the seas
Rock

My Wheels [Explicit]

Field Mob

Light Poles and Pine Trees

2006

Yeah, so brand new
It's a celebration bitches
Him and Chevrolet, him and Chevrolet
Let's go, Joe

24s on the donk go 'round and 'round
'Round

because it's really a blast
I'm goin' surfin 'cause I don't like your face
I'm bailin' out because I hate the race
Of rats that run round and round in

Surf Wax America

Weezer

Weezer (Blue Album) [Deluxe]

1994

because it's really a blast
I'm goin' surfin 'cause I don't like your face
I'm bailin' out because I hate the race
Of rats that run round and round in

Together we can watch it go
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
I'm not playin God check the replay
God just passed the baton

Called and staged the room
And break it in feeling staged our light
And Gone in stage
And Gone in stage the room
And feel it stole to break it in

to squeeze in a shoe box
Saving, he promised his mom a crib in Atlanta
And his pops got killed through debt, he was a dealer
So he staged jazz, fox jump off

throughout)]
24s on the donk go (round and round
round and round round and round)
24s on the donk go (round and round
round and round round and round)

[Hook]

bloom" whispered in my sleep
While you toss and turn your insides out
Confined to a crown too small
Little magic moments real or staged
Right as rain

With honor Ima age now
A bunch of personas gotta fade out
Never get bothered by the rage
Just pull curtain cause everything is staged now
Walk in

said, I go max, nigga, Flava magazine
And my new boo would knock out, I'm dancing round the ring

Stuff my stats, bestie pack of gats
Chasing my trans

FUEL UNIT LYRICS

DROP IN THAT PUSSY GO BOMBS AWAY
I BE THE BOMB B*TCH OHHH
I GET THE MONEY LIKE ANDALE
I NEED, AYEE

DROP IN THE PUSSY GO BOMBS AWAY

Electric Bird

Sia

Some People Have Real Problems

2008

You used to be so smart
You fluttered round the yard making your magic


Got to set you free, you were blinded by deceit
You can't fly away

Fight, fight, fight, I fucking hate you babe
I hate you too but the sex is so good because we
Fight fight fight, we're adding fuel to the fire
When

Always third
Up all night
Thinking bout how I'm obsolete
Always third
I hate to let 'em down
Turn that energy around to fuel
I turn that round to fuel
In

million dollars or better
Let this be the header
Know my niggas gonna tear up
All this shit be staged
Just some shit a nigga don't care about
My bitch a
She

ventilation
If you looking for that nigga here's your indication
Don't be fooled by that nigga he a imitation
My jet fuel dripping them niggas tripping ain't it

you swinging for days
From the juice of poison fruits 
I fuel my impotent rage
If ya Confuse my ruthless views
The news will be front page
I refuse

a gambler,
So he staged jazz, fox jump off the suit cases,
No more cross-town, now he's crossing them states and,
Seeing new faces, not knowing who to trust,

box
Saving, he promised his mom a crib in Atlanta
And his pops got killed through debt, he was a dealer
So he staged jazz, fox jump off the suit cases