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le maillot
On vole comme des oiseaux
I can tell this story when I put it in my credits
Jesus take control or I'm falling off the road
I can tell this

이 바람은 out of control
올라가는 네 credit, yeah
이 바람은 out of control
풍기는 향은 tragic

지나가는 바람
같은 나를 사랑하지 말라고 이미 다 얘기했잖아
내가 쓴 사랑 
노래들은 미안하지만 아무것도 너를 위한

Cultural Marxism
I control the medium of discourse
I control the medium of discourse
You have no social credit
I control the medium of discourse
Hahahaha

My

bout critics
Lose control we gone roll like the credits
Different city lose control
You with your girls I’m with the bros
Party party lose control
I’m

Hennessey dey floor
Who wan control us
Credit alert
I don spend all my money
Call azaman
Make e confirm that pick up
Area boys no dey joke
Dem dey try rip us

car is in control
Your credit card made me your whore
Isnt' it a miracle
My kurt cobain is tear soaked
Your credit card Moscow disco

You used to call

Religiously I'm drinking blood
By myself, with Elmer Fudd
Chasing rabbits into holes
Until the final credits roll
Remote control
I wish I had you

saved it then I craved it
Then I lost control

I want the credit
I want the credit I deserve

In through the ears and out through my fears
I heard it then

on
Baby, when the crowd goes home
I'm all alone and I've got no one
Baby, when the credits roll
No self control, I come undone

I thought you knew I'm filthy

the spotlight on

Baby when the crowd goes home

I'm all alone and I've got no one

Baby when the credits roll

No self control

I come undone


I thought you

This Dying Soul

Dream Theater

Train of Thought

2003

spitting on the ones that matter most

Running power mad with no control
Fighting for the credit they once stole
No one can ever tell you what to do

forever
In a back room
In the ashes of the tangible
I control the credit cards and
I create the silverboxes
I know all the frequencies
And secret 1-800

not be caught
I will laugh forever
In a back room
In the ashes of the tangible
I control the credit cards and
I create the silverboxes
I know all

a measure of control

Why credit what doesn't exist?
The real at the edge of the soul
Man made god, made man, made god, made man 

Made god, made man

It

Broken Mess

The Classic Crime

Vagabonds

tears out your chest
Until your just a broken mess

But he has mercy on her lover
And does not bleed him dry
A credit to his self control
If it were

This Dying Soul

Dream Theater

Live at Budokan

2004

spitting on the ones that matter most

Running power mad with no control
Fighting for the credit they once stole
No one can ever tell you what to do

This Dying Soul

Dream Theater

Live at Budokan [DVD/Blu-Ray]

2004

Spreading all your lies from coast to coast 
While spitting on the ones that matter most 

Running power mad with no control 
Fighting for the credit they

out of control
When our credit is not accepted here anymore

There's a chance that we won't even finish this song
Maybe you can help us sing along

Give

the fuck you yelling at
Kill them cook them cabbage oh man
New born with the drip
Credit score gonna sit high
In control so take five
Roll a blunt lets get

on my playlist
Typin more rhymes in my mobile
All while givin credit to the Most High
Who controls our lives at all times
So I try to walk by faith

spawn
My alarm set I️t off as my day goes on
Lay back go in cruise control
I️ get her credit and go
The first stop the dispensary store
Feeling like

matter the shorty
But my future is funding and my presence a present
I never dwell in the past because thats a way to lose credit
I'm in control of my

fade away
They plant desires, control your mind
Your credit score will always ask for more

You know them too, strange deja-vu
They have no clue, they

we have is so unbelievable

One or two problems
That are so very small
Give love the credit
'Cause we're not in control
This kind of feeling
It doesn't