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Yeah Going through the page of my notebook Pages of my Going through the pages of my notebook, yeah I think this one'll work Boom... Fuego!
to the paper let loose When I’m finished I’ll give you uh look in my notebook I’ll give you uh look in my notebook said I’ll give you uh look in my notebook
in bed Got my paper and my pen And I've got Tiny scribbles in my notebook Tiny scribbles in my notebook Tiny scribbles in my notebook There's nothing
shit then go get it No life don't work like that So watch me work till I get it and Let me grab my notebook and let me go Let me grab my notebook and let
DJ de Notebook Ele chega na balada achando que é o tal Com seu notebook e sem pen drive "Animal" Não passa de um babaca um folgado digital Ninguém
the answer My notebook and I (My notebook and I) My sweet little rhymes (My sweet little rhymes) I'm writing my feelings in my notebook And my feelings remind
on my bed and wonder How it'd be if you were mine I think of you like no other Here's what I do every night Write in my notebook X's and o's Beside your
There's a stain on my notebook Where your coffee cup was And there's ash in the pages Now I've got myself lost I was writing to tell you That my
There's a stain on my notebook Where your coffee cup was And there's ash in the pages Now I've got myself lost I was writing to tell you That my
There's a stain on my notebook Where your coffee cup was And there's ash in the pages Now I've got myself lost I was writing to tell you That
Baldi's schoolhouse By the way, the hell happened in here? My stupid friend stuck at eating practice Gotta get all of the notebooks, what the hell is
to spark imagination Overthinking gotta let it go If I got something to say I'ma let you know Formulating all these thoughts in my notebook So I'm writing
Writing in my notebook where my thoughts take shape Lighting up a joint in a Hip-Hop state Of mind and I find if you grind don't rewind You can
My name's all over her notebooks My name's all over her notebooks My name's all over her notebooks Manhattan on my breath Got pussy on my lips
notebooks in their little hand Well they're strangers in this land Martian time It's Martian Martian time Well, here come the Martian Martains They're
And the Martians got notebooks in their little hand Well they're strangers in this land Martian time It's Martian Martian time Well, here come the Martian
them money stacks Thicker than a phone book Paper on top of paper Its lookin’ like a notebook Its thicker than a phone book Its thicker than a phone book
to go around So I purchased one of his notebooks He was glad for his business But he didn't stop there When I turned to walk away he Grabbed my arm
Staring at my notebook shook Tryna write a hook Said that man I'd give it all could But it ain't going good (Oooh nooo) Staring at my notebook shook
I’m still good with no hooks I still write with notebooks Like Sonic that is no good You should take a close look I’m still good with no hooks I
of music, but no words in my brain So I opened the notebook, page randomly picked And the answer was clearly in front of me The number of greatness, my number
(Yeah) I’m shutting down ‘cos all the frontiers get away with it I threw a childish fit, threw my notebooks out ‘cos I was Cut-throat today, yeah I
The Notebook, The believer, drive, lars and the real girl The Notebook, The believer, drive, lars and the real girl I'm Goslingpilled I'm
My mind is unhealthy Let's open the notebook for another case My mind is unhealthy Don't close the notebook, differential phase My mind is unhealthy
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