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Tuberose and two lips On the boxes you ripped From the holes in your skin Hit the road and get rich Or stay home and get broke It's your choice in
I could talk to me for years I can't speak to you at all Did you know that friends come in boxes? [Chorus] Save your money buy a tube Let
All I know is hustle, I put that on my set I hustle 'til I pass out Treat all my shoe boxes like the bank now Guess you could say that I'm
c’est que je boxe en contre Mike Tyson Flow je vais vous graille car je boxe en contre On a la dalle la vie ne nous épargne pas mais je boxe en contre 91
boxes No character just uniformity They're trying to build a computerized community But they'll never make a zombie out of me They'll try and make
together No inside joke, this I won't tolerate I see you clearly Ah, love letter boxes All in favor say I will blindly Follow the ring around
I'm packing up boxes I knew this day was coming But it takes me by surprise Ooh will it all be forgotten When I pull out of this driveway Leave this
boxes No character just uniformity They're trying to build a computerized community But they'll never make a zombie out of me They'll try and make
Uh, and he never lies, uh yeah He just sits, and watches the people in the boxes Everything he sees he absorbs and adopts it He mimics and he
piece Catalogued and stored In sterile boxes I wouldn't care at all Piece by piece Catalogued and stored In sterile boxes I want you to give My body
Packed inside cheap Chinese boxes Slaving in the warehouse 14 hour days Making dough for the CEO Nothing much for pay Back to my apartment Down by where
to depravity How many black boxes? How many folded flags? How many thoughts and prayers? Until I’m next? How many black boxes? How many folded flags? How many
little boxes in a row Ain't what you want, it's what you know Just happy in the shoes you're wearin' Same checks we're always cashin' To buy a little
If what you wanted was a nightmare, well, here's a nightmare for you We'll keep it upstairs wrapped up in happy little boxes We'll keep them upstairs
boxes piled up on the lawn And I say to myself in a little while I'll be gone And he will just turn back into the house and go on And my car will drive
I remember it like yesterday Seeing our life packed in these boxes And many boxes there were Our whole lives in these boxes, my love Oh the wonders
Gungah's offline No streams tonight Peanut butter love Expired old stuff Gungah where'd you go? Fans feel so low Boxes in shit room Ballsack mullet
probably doesn't remember her And every day's the same On paradise estate Because paradise came one day too late We all live in little boxes Boxes
get over Those ballots and boxes Bullets and guns And we are all, we are always running from But, baby, just to come, come to me Come to me, come
mystery companion I know that you don't want to be Out here forever on this road Or live among the boxes Where all my past lives have been stowed
Put everything in boxes Your head in a paper bag Leave all the windows open Leave the beds unmade Tell them that you've gone to see If you can
acirrada Ta tipo The King of Fighters Essa cretina maltrata minha vara Me chama pro ringue Vai tomar nocaute É só boxe na tetcheca Boxe na tetcheca
about this shit partner Every move is so watched by these rich boxes So why should I lose all my rich sponsors I'm gone then you suddenly hip hoppin'
out (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I) It could burn out (I, I) 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I) And guns, they are the hunters, we
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