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true thing
My muse, My muse,
Your light dey guide me, a true, true thing
My muse, My muse
No be just beauty wey dey catch my eye, yeah
Na your mind, your

know why you confused
You my muse you my muse you my muse

'Cause I really like you
Pretty young thing brown skin like Michael
Walking on eggshells like

I'm your muse
I'm your muse
Aphrodite
Doesn't have a thing on me
I'm your muse babe
Don't it make you wanna cry?
You misused, babe
But did I lay down

from
The bottom of my heart, yeah yeah
Make you never change on me I love
You just the way you are , aw yeah
You be my foundation when you no
Dey things

you

My music and my muse are connected
Crazy doses and tight in a knot
Thoughts by the ton lead the caravan quietly
Music and muse here and there

My

Pretty things, pretty rings
Pretty nails, pretty pearls
Pretty teeth, pretty queens
Pretty world with pretty girls
Pretty things, pretty rings
Pretty

I'm breathin' out, breathin' in
Come on gimme the beat and I am back in the ring
Forget all da trouble, any fuckin' bad thing
Disappears, when

a heart
And nothing breaks like a heart
I heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver

pretty clearly now baby you my muse 
You got me doing circles for you
Tell me when you coming bae, when you coming through 
I was lying when I said I don't

at night

You were my muse now you're nothing more
Than a couple of lyrics to settle a score

I'm alright alright
Sing this song I know I was right

Pretty

her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar

I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty

tired of chasing lies
Mother of Muses, wherever you are
I've already outlived my life by far

Mother of Muses, unleash your wrath
Things I can't see,

Baby
I've been feelin' so confused
Like the way you hold me
What do you want me to do?
I
Been runnin' through your mind
Lots of pretty things, kinda

from the sky
When the muse comes dropping by
Mixing melodies with memoirs
They're birds of a feather
Nothing goes together
Like new songs- and old

my muse)
You inspire everything that I do
I hope that it's alright how I
use you
Every little thing that you do
You never asked to be my muse
You u u u

You do your thing by yourself
Don't really understand
Little do you know that
You're my muse and I'm the man
I see you're having fun
On your socials

panickin' and worried
You the baddest and I know you fuckin' heard me
Oh, behave
You walk by, you turn heads, you make em' go crazy
Then I point out, tell em'

a good time
Party things girl thing girl pretty girl things
Party things girl things party pretty girl things
Girl things girl things pretty pretty girl

Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male

good 

I’m no longer getting used
 you’re no longer my muse, 
I’m moving forward and everything got said. 
With God walk-in by my side, 
no need for your

The Murder Mystery

The Velvet Underground

Peel Slowly and See

1995

As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.

Relent

The Murder Mystery

The Velvet Underground

The Velvet Underground

1969

reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is

like my lungs
And I'm tryna survive
Don't wanna die too young
Never needed a light
Already got that spark
If you got one second
Pretty thing with bends

this one
You become my muse when I think of you
Tamia '98 girl I'm so into you
You got my soul smiling with the things you do
And I can't lie girl I'm