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this song all the people having fun

Music is what I'm living for

If you are feeling weak so deep inside
No place to run, no place to hide
R. E. S. P.

feel lit
Stacking the money right to the ceiling
(Rich)
I walked on the rough road
I cannot fold
Boy I Bought golds
From the down floor
Believe or not

Hangover In Hannover
Written by S. Christensen/G. Madden

Well, me and the boys after a gig in the town, decide to celebrate
Looked for a pub

quicky little hitties in the parking lot
Reading William S. Burroughs like a beatnik freak
Say there's poetry in the way we fall asleep
Grow your own

the party no matter what the circumstance (oh oh, oh oh)|We got up on the dance floor and our song begins to play (oh oh, oh oh)|Now everybody's gathered

on the wall.

He was so damn scary, YEA!! 
Blood rose in his palm
He knew what they were scared of
All whom he did suffered long.

Hit the floor now,
Kick down

you. S. A

That big crazy city don't blink an eye
Anytime we pass by
It just keeps strechting up so high
Like a rocket, shooting, to the sky
Iroquois!

It's on You

The Real McCoy

On the Move

1995

Hit it 
Its on you 
Its on you 

M. C. S. A. R. 
Right, in the heat of the night 
Pump up the party, turn up the light 
Back like just

Heeey yaa
Drippin and trippin
Drippin and trippin ya
She be
Drippin and trippin
Smoking and trippin ya
Uu, S. Y. K.
Drippin, trippin
Drippin, trippin

yells "ride or die" driving us to a cliff

C. S. Lewis said it best in Mere Christianity
Given some light into the depth of depravity 
The reality is that

Woo, Woo, Haha
Aye, Aye, Aye, S. ØNE

Somar on the beat so you know it hit
Always talking bout some shit you don't get
Advanced level nigga get with

Used to think I was like Hunter S. where the buffalo run never one to rest
No worries Bill Murray, come correct hold the tongue 
'Til I kill 'em with

Shooting up junk in the bathroom
Makin' it with punks on the floor
Livin' the scene out of her Limousine
Little Miss S. in her mini dress
Living it

shooting up junk in the bathroom
makin it with punks on the floor
livin the scene of her limmisine
Little Miss S. in a mini dress
living it up to die

Let's go to dinner pick a city for the backdrop
Silk shirt
Lined pants
And an ascot
Retro something I might bring back S. Dots
If we in the sand LV

the hemispheres
I’ll settle the ocean floor.

But the smoke must have made it impossible to see
A full day’s worth of camaraderie
Creeping up from my socks
But last

court, it's a different sight
Leave em on the floor, do 'em like I'm Mike
Damn
I'm on my bullshit like Scottie (Scottie)
Gas got me bent like a zombie

it's time party
Whip cream on that body ain't that what you ask for
Legs up head touching the floor Digging deep
Like I'm digging for gold You calling me

a bachelor like woah
Getting ma bachelors like woah (Oh shit)
You think you's master but nah
Fuckin' that bitch to the floor
She be knockin' on that door

hanged those witches
I don't want to say good bye
But Sometimes
It's all a girl has left
I know your talk of
Prague was a pipe dream
No Fourth Floor walk

harvest dance.

My draft notice came in the mail in May,
Uncle Sam said it's time to serve the U. S. of A.
He trained me up in Currahee camp,
I learned how

She was talking about how people don’t make albums anymore.

Jack Frost.

Juxx.

I keep dreaming, more than human

R. U. S. T. E.

I keep dreaming,

We ready?

Yea
Uh huh
M S. M O N É T

It’s shot o’ clock on the dot
Is you ready or not?
Niggas finna hit the spot
Is you ready or not?
Check the fit

so of the money 

And all the respect

Yeah, we want all the respect


R. e. s. p. e. c. t 

PerchSet is my family 

10 bad bitches roll wit we