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Except this one mattered and I felt it had a spirit And I shot the story because I didn't hear it that way And it's hard to be a human being And it's
Francisco Sometimes it's nice to be alone She says it's peaceful where she is living The lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home You can see
Francisco Sometimes it's nice to be alone She says, it's peaceful where she is living The lights of the golden gate will lead her home You can see
the score, from hammerton to marine park Gotta get there, before it get dark, we arrive She reload the black 45, concealed by the waist line And nows
nigga All day, everyday, by myself, not a game Wanna go night-night nigga I'mma so nice I lit up, like a swisher I don't know why I bit her We won't
persistence They met each other out by moonlight Made love in the nearby woods Then her folks became suspicious when her cycle broke that settled it They
let us end Replace my heart I don't wanna live by coping, I'm done with hoping end And I turn the doorknob with two fingers to be slow Enough
cope By the time you peep this shit here, I'll be three times doper Yeah, this is for the trendy G's To ya bitches, & High School enemies All
living room, my living room This used to be my home How far will I go To make it feel right? "Come home" I'm moving forward to the bedroom door
the footing, my collar ain't wooden It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children Physically, facially, racially made to be Crazily paid or G, what
down, bitches purchase tickets to ride the dick and sit down it like a Greyhound Down with the clowns actin like killers, as good as wooden soldiers
go to lane Bryant) Girl, you got your gut bustin' over the side of your jeans It look like a muffin Come on now, let's be [Big Pooh] I got boxes
Right where his 'foot' was supposed to be. Now, billy the mountain, he couldn't believe it! All those postcards he'd posed for, for over these years,
shank, Little did we know the chain would break. LARS: We hat a copper melting pot, Filled with oil very hot. It burned right through the wooden
to rock, YOU! We're the kings of swing And we're chosen to rule The deans of clean inside the cool school We're the chiefs of relief Contained by wild
the money He acted real funny He hocked up a rock and It TOTALLED my car! Oh, do you Know any trucks Might be bound for THE VALLEY? I don't wanna
the partition of God's religion Become united by our bars and our common visions, The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be? What does the future hold?