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and lift both doors up
Welcome to haters and all competitors
A life story, complementory pg the editor
My own nightmare so I'm dreaming of a competitor
Weak

the editor
So write on write on write on
I'm all in the gang
Central
I'mma major pane
Window
Came to make a change
Here's the info
Let the Son in like ya tints

Your breath
Against my neck
Thoughts of us fuckin next
You tease me with your legs
And I can't take it

Let's smoke a packet of cigarettes
Down some

As I made my way to school
On the 36A bus to
Cumbernauld Town Centre
I'd look out the window and see it there
Clinging to the limb of a tree
Looking

with a packet out loud, some of that
Ooowee
Was the same back then as you are now, let's hope you stick around, come on

I'm a window for homies, I

Late night ride downtown
Red dress sways in the window
The map gets turned around

Back seat  taxi cab
Streetlights slide across your skin
Crossing,

Wake up in the morning
I feel on my face
Sun streams through the window
Now I start the day
Get ready to go but first look where I'm placed
Its been

on Tuesday yea
Wednesday Thursday Friday I'm out rappin yea
Monday I'm shippin out the packet right
You ain't even see a nigga comin nah
Cuz I'm trappin out

mamacita
Got some things I could teach ya’,
Wanna teach ya’,
Got a thing I could feed ya’,
Blow the reefer, 
Windows tinted give a fuck, yeah
Who gon’ see

Tell Me, Momma

The Band

Royal Albert Hall

1989

wrong with you this time?

Oh, we bone the editor, can't get read
But his painted sled, instead it's a bed
Yes, I see you on your window ledge
But I

the fucking packet now it's steak
She don't like me cause the way I make her smile she want my cake
I cut my grass and keep my circle small ain't no time for

SRT, hunnid round hanging out the window, I tote that block up (that block up)
Do it for Cool, do it for any nigga that be pouring that Wok up (that Wok

You know when I roll up
I put the blunt back in the
Back in the backwood packet or the leaf packet it came in
Had to get it out
Really smoking dope

he finish up where I am?
I see you in the bar from the jail house window
Drinkin' with another man

Corner of the bar sits the newspaper editor
Guess

My soy’s gone cold I’m wondering why I

Need a doc at all

My google search pops up these windows

And I believe it all

And even if I don’t it’ll be

at us as if to say
Throw me a bone I want to play
That pug in the window

He has more wrinkles on his face than a packet of crisps
Just looks across at us

Do you live your life with your windows down, as if time stops to wait for you?
I'm stuck in traffic anyway Long before your beachside kettle

was the first person I met. While we were visiting, Robert
Spoo, the editor of the JAMES JOYCE QUARTERLY, entered the 
conversation and the three of us

Only Entertainment

Bad Religion

Generator [Bonus Tracks]

1992

Trans fixated on the big blue screen
Its your window to the outside
A melancholy dream
A medium upon which you build reality
This episodic

Only Entertainment

Bad Religion

Generator

1992

Trans fixated on the big blue screen
Its your window to the outside
A melancholy dream
A medium upon which you build reality
This episodic

Inside Susan

Pulp

Intro: The Gift Recordings

1993

it begins
To rain torrentially and it sounds like someone has emptied about a million packets of
Dried peas on top of the roof of the bus. 'what if it

the skies, the window the nebular
(Brrd) i’m gettin’ plays on the cellular
These niggas bitches
Run strings like editors
Hop in the drop and go nuts (Skrt)

the struggle
Boy you just acting
What chu know about
Ramen noodles
Dry with the packet
Mark my words
When I make it
I put my team on
Stretching bands a mission

the editor, can't get read
But his painted sled, instead it's a bed
Yes, I see you on your window ledge
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge