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you
It leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine

A bad cover version of love is not the real thing
Bikini clad girl on the front who invited you
and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's not the mood
Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's
Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's
Timbaland - he's that next nigga

Confirmed by people that she can blow
Convinced Booker T she's the next to go
Now I'm checkin every joint and every unit
This song was one of the tracks that had some arrangement changes between the demo versions and the version that ended up on Mindsize. It was for
and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's not the mood
the docks
So roll on, Columbia, roll on

And on up the river is Grand Coulee Dam
The mightiest thing ever built by a man
To run the great factories
the docks
So roll on, Columbia, roll on

And on up the river is Grand Coulee Dam
The mightiest thing ever built by a man
To run the great factories
Looking for the one to blame is tough
Doesn't matter what you're talking about
She's gonna keep calling your bluff
We're not the only ones doing
listening to a party line.]

[Woman's voice] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. We lookin' for that one Buffalo Roy out there. Buffalo Roy, what's your
you better change your specs
You know she not gonna be worrying 'bout things from the past
Hardly recollecting and then she'll go to noontime mass
That she's still mystified by things

But scared to ask
How can nothing last
'Cause like a cancer in your body
It all just goes too fast

We think
I'm not the first guy who ever lost a girlfriend
But by the way I'm carrying on
You'd think I was you'd think I'd lost my mind
Since you've been
raise your glass to this man song

Money ain't a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the same
Tall
the docks
So roll on, Columbia, roll on

And on up the river is Grand Coulee Dam
The mightiest thing ever built by a man
To run the great factories
the pants off my aching buns
You know going uphill I'd hit my stride
But coming down she'd sail on by!

When I finally caught up with her
She says "Not
children, your lovely wife
I mean look at her
The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter

[Kim]
Lord I cry, I cry
From the things
I met this girl named Shirley
And every day she would wake up early
To be my sunshine
She'd take a spin in me demo
So she could link up me cousin
Screw the chorus
I don't need it

I had this demo chick
She was singin' on my track
Never got to work 'cause I be checkin' out her back
That, tap
a street light, mangled and blue (eww)
You on my shit like a fiend coke
But if you say the wrong thing i'll put a slit in your throat
So, it's not
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
on wheels and not once get wet
She could walk five miles in heels not one foot out of step
And I swear I'll leave you swept, off your feet it's just our guess
a thing quick and easy 

Think slick, she better get wit the wick 

'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style 

You tried to run the race but you lost by
some good weed to set you free
You know me, I'm your friend, when you need a mini-thin
(I'm Slim Shady) I'm Shady!

I like happy things, 
I'm really