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White T's:]
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there

Dinninit

De La Soul

Stakes Is High

1996

fun this year
Before there were guns, there was Native Tongues on these plains
Putting others on without them being pawns in this game
'Cause a pawn

Briefcase Boogie

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott

around and sees the other capsules vanish before his eyes, as he penetrates into a deep darkness.

 iii. WHITE SPACESHIP 

The String Theory - travel

to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of
The caliber of discounts
Indicated by the presence of
A heart-shaped object in your community


Hey kid, look at you! Right

, hey, hey
I'm tired of seeing Scarecrow's face
And there's got to be, there's got to be
A way off these plains

What, was it to good to be true
Did

The Evil Prince

Frank Zappa

You Can't Do That on Stage [Sampler]

1988

I'll say it's the worst -of-the-worst of the year,
No wind down the plain, and it's hard on your ear
I'll say it's the work of an infantile mind
I'll say

Fuck up the scene
RIP
Blood on my plain white t
Hey there Delilah I gotta ugly side you don't wanna see
If I was you I wouldn't trust me
If I was you

Hey, look here i'm here

(Ah) draw from the past, dog chase cat
Delilah moaned and dug her claws in my back
From laws that entrap to laws
That

things aren't the same
I wanna be a trend inside I'm dying
But hey who's to blame
At least my life is flames, huh
Always fresh and clean, yeah
Just a white

to do it
Let me demonstrate (Ughh!)
Duck no smoke got raised in fire
Been on top, let me take you higher
She a throat goat got to make saliva
Plain white

about my psyche
The K send rounds to your top like Saiki
Straight to the point
Blocking haters like I'm Ty Lee
Drip like poison, plain White T, uh
Hey

out of the way
Don't want no string
If he a snake and he show the face
Better believe
Ugh rocking the shades cause I'm zooted
There's guap at the end I

of DEATHCAMP at
Camp Flog Gnaw

BUFFALO

There's obviously an incredible
Intelligence and shit
That I have no opinion on
But he's the dude to make that statement

Nigga who you mad at
How you never got no money Ho
Where your dad at
Chrome hearts pants and it's Louis on my backpack
Plain white tee on where the fuck

Spark by Legin
I really hope these strings will communicate my heart/
And if they don't I just pray that they'll be a start/
What I can't say I place

illuminated by a star
The only star so large many more
To make our largest star show small
Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause
And what

send em off sliding
Stand by my side I know they be riding
Still Gucci mane still Gucci style
Ice on the main and plain for the side hoe
Plain on Patek

love than Delilah
Gemini two and a half man like Sheen and John Cryer
Limits the sky, no it isn't, there is no limits
Passion can't be denied, and with

balm is a thing of another life
Yeah, we'll be fine. Gotta pay expenses by
Having all our dignity, in terms of money hidden in plain sight
Traffic's not

The 'Torchum' Never Stops

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

the worst-of-the-worst of the
Year,
No wind down the plain, and it's hard on your
Ear
I'll say it's the work of an infantile mind
I'll say that it's tasteless, and that

Joe's Garage

Frank Zappa

Joe's Garage: Act I

wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like . . .

Hey!
Down in joe's garage
We didn't have no dope or lsd
But a coupla quartsa beer

'til there ain't no more plain left
Now pay respect to them gods, niggas
Not talkin' church, talkin' (?) niggas
On boulevards where we ride

he
Can't hear when we shoot
Pour up the Pétrus
Now she wining on me
Rocking out in white tees
Hey Delilah, come see what the fuck I'm about
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