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mad, you know how Brent is" Don't open your mouth if you ain't speaking good to me I ain't built like him You fuckin' with a G Just 'cause I fuck
then I'd better not, you do it Ah Got to, got to Your mind, blow I Blow it The gospel according to marianne brent The gospel according to marianne
and learning and such The man you thought you licked 'em But you choked in the clutch Brent Black, you said it yourself It's an ethereal kind of flu A Mac
you know how Brent is" Don't open your mouth if you ain't speaking good to me I ain't built like him You fuckin' with a G Just 'cause I fuck you,
Allting jeg gjør Gjør gjør jeg for deg Har du brent ut egen glør Vil jeg være lyset som leder vei Allting jeg gjør Gjør jeg for deg Å nei
and learning and such The man you thought you licked 'em But you choked in the clutch Brent Black, you said it yourself It's an ethereal kind of flu A Mac
Adjø las vegas Nu trur æ at æ har sett alt Frykt, avsky, sorga, gleda har orga, har deltatt, har slokna, har brent alt, har våkna, Joda, neida Adjø
land og ta mæ sammen Anne Rindahl: Skjær det inn te beinet, la mæ få kjenn det Se det tenn, brenn ned te det har brent helt ned Enden av det hele,
og fest med gode venner, Treffe folk du ikkje kjenner Får oss eit rusj når motron blir tent Drifta og børna så dekka blir brent Hefti trøkk og deilig
De si at æ har PTSD Og æ har sikkert mye mere enn det Men dekke nøye førr når alt e brent ned E det eneste æ sitt igjen med kjærlighet Kjennes ut som
an brent up You think that is old and done? I don't think I'm old And I'm lying on the kitchen floor, lying on the kitchen floor Keep both your eyes light
Making that easy money Desperado hauled cattle Grady drove trucks Justin had a hotdog stand Kevin sold records And Brent sold shoes And Gary was
rundt seg selv sakte sank det inn det her blir aldri bra igjen likevel for spist er spist og brent er brent jeg kunne sagt no med blomster kanskje men det
and Blaine and Brent. Where all these goofy fucking boys names comin' from. Taylor, Tyler, Jordan, Flynn. These are not real names. You want to hear a real
I bring From Brent wood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial For some bullshit charge, mugshot on file
BRENT's-Oldies#1Best@KazaA
schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking bingo Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim
The paper called it suicide A bullet from a forty-five Nobody cared and nobody cried Don't that make you feel sad? Peter Brent combed his hair
(Randy Goodrum/Brent Maher) Somebody's gonna give you A lesson in leavin' Somebody's gonna give you back What you've been givin' And I hope that I'm
The paper called it suicide A bullet from a forty-five Nobody cared and nobody cried Don't that make you feel sad? Peter Brent combed his hair
Words and music by brent wilson If a picture's worth a thousand words What are they? And since you're spirit intercedes for me What do you hear when
The paper called it suicide A bullet from a forty-five Nobody cared and nobody cried Don't that make you feel sad? Peter Brent combed his hair
with a girl And you want to stay Then my friend you're in a Carolina day Oh, oh, it's a Carolina day Alec and Brent they're lovin' their child
hopefully, my flow will breed, some rappers with actual potency Spit hot lava, erode the beat, my God What you think of that, Brent?
