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Wonder, "If this thing crashes, am I going with it?" Palm sweat. I don't fear death I'm just near stress, cause not too many peers left St John's Wort in
about it in Another way Forget the NBA I'm a kill 'em with the NCAA If you and your bitch after St john I get that scope and aim Since I spot her I put
ich nicht bei den Gangbangs, sonst hätt'st du mir noch das Arschloch geleckt Baller' John tot per Gun, denn deine Cock blowende Mum Macht zwischen
dreams, you pronounced that I've been haunted by now... If you would help me grow (I will help you grow) Some pretty flowers and st. john's worts (st
ALL THE ST JOHN'S WORT IN THE WORLD I gaze down at my navel and see a silver spoon Oh God I hope I catch my death I hope I die of something soon
Vanishing Melting in the sun St. Thomas never knew What he was getting into King John was always cheating On the run And I'm vanishing Here without
lament, this wonderment in this country allure. just follow me, there's more to see where we can find some st. john's wort. when nature's wise,
'cause you have depression Wellbutrin Lexapro Prozac Celexa Zoloft Depacote Effexor And St. John's Wort Life is a cocktail party Live as though you mean it
Prescription pad VERSE 4 Take the edge off with ecstasy Don’t insult me with Chamomile tea No I’m not the sort for St. John’s wort But you can rid my woes with
of hating LA Hardly held straight face Where does the wheatgrass go St. John's Wort and broth of bone You're over daydreaming Of somewhere else to go
tree St john's Wort and some pornography I don't want to celebrate Just sit in the dark Tell everyone to fuck off The Less the merrier Give me a nice
red' ich hier? Dann Fangen wir mal an Ich handel' wie ein Mann und halte mein Wort Dieser Tausend-Bars-Song Er knallt in dein Ohr "So, junger Fresh
Du bist kein Don-Rapper, kein Songtexter Doch eine Frage: Wieso reimt sich John Webber auf Cocklecker? Juliens Analyse – du glaubst, es sei vorbei
they creeping i tell em fuck off Rocking polo with comme de garçons Fill up my choppa don't sip holy water I drown in the pussy like i was St.John Ayy I
Simplified, quanified pistol tucked up on my side Call of Duty n**** catch me creeping in that camouflage You see me shining in that lazy boy reclining And you
Slick Gipp had the drop top moon roof, blowing moon rocks riding down Peachtree St. Decatur still its great still getting at the paper, Spaghetti Junction
solidified, five bricks out of Macon Bullets the size of egg rolls that come from Mae Khan Nigga pass the rock like I play for St. John No, this ain't a paint
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