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Woke up in the wrong bed again
Lost my card, cracked my phone, guess I’m blamin’ fate
‘Cause I make way less than I spend
Call a friend, get a ride

Woke up in the wrong bed again
Lost my card, cracked my phone, guess I’m blamin’ fate
‘Cause I make way less than I spend
Call a friend, get a ride

the lead Hidden Nazi snipers Choreograph the dance of the dead  In less than half an hour The mission has been ceased Only six survivors Wading in the sea...

Let the dust settle, step on the pedal
See the sun set but I'm, never gonna settle
For less than three hundred miles an hour in the chest
Burn

Parents Just Don't Understand

The Fresh Prince

Sounds of the Eighties: The Late '80s Take Two

1996

"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost

macaroni
Money my testimony
In less than 3 years, ima, be, stamped, in my, city yeah
Only famski with Me, they so gritty, yeah we litty yeah,
Road to,

[VERSE 1]
Hey Guys Look!
There's c Tiny Yellow Submarine
cnd It Seems It Took
Less Than cn Hour
To Make This Yellow Machine
Cuz It's Made From c

proud of me now
At the age of twenty three on a daily basis bitch I'm feeling down
Climbing up the money tree racing got my feet lifted from the ground

the air

From the skidmarks of the finest felt
To the Echelons of Orion's belt
I contort out of orbit, a Truman Show Sunday three blank pages from forfeit

on the gram I ain't posting no beef
Five star shooters they clutching from three
That bitch she a hoe she gon' live for the streets
Me and my bitch like nicki

Go to the good heart that is my husband,
Who broods upon what he calls our guilty love: -
Tell him that my love for you, no less than my love for him,

a motherfuckin' job)

Why were we
Born in a system where we gotta pay
By forkin' over eight or nine
Hours a day
I know hard work is imperative
To keep us alive
But

3,000
I put in 3,000
We still moving though
Back in the booth
Nothing to prove
Yeah yeah
I don't need love I need loyalty aye
Don't get offended cuz

and your gas tank is less than half!
Better double strap my seatbelt before I break through the glass!
Tyler, I've got this. I know where I am going.

Nuh Play Chess

Madd Anju

Reggae Gold 2000

2000

Verse 1: 
The best plan, is fi have a girl yes man 
Nuh less than five girls mi mind a respond 
A girl look hot well pop the question 
If the vibes

how I like it
At least a thou by the day
I'll stretch it to 3
If I'm selling by zooz and zips
Capice
Tell your nigga it's 230 a piece
& No Shorts
Orange

up
Now i'm ballin out
Look how
I captivate a crowd
I will never fuckin quit
Won't see me throwin in the towel
I can go for countless hours
I was born

Shalom from northern NA
It’s nice to meet you Katie bear we are exactly the same and now I think about you everyday ‘cause ever since that phone call

again 

Back when 2pac was just the guy from Juice
To check out a new track you had to buy or boost 
The album or dub it off your mates
blank cassette

Cowards get devoured
You cower for plenty hours scared to
Lose yours in Glock showers
So you cop three 4's from MrEisenhower
Now who's to flame
Just

the light switch (Good God)
Look at the way this thang blag on the right wrist
It'll make a nigga main thang act triflin (UGH)
In Atlanta less than twenty

shitting on me
Ain't got a lot of friends left probably less than 3
You can't trust a soul
People wanna' be demons
First they lying then they stealing
You

cold

Maturity came home,
With dust under the rug
Being an adult is waking up
To get to your job

Three hours from point A to Behind
The windshield,

to go and get paid
Than from putting on a track and take the words that I say
Off the page to mic then lay em down and spray like

Nah fuck that I ain't