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of the strangers that I cross by the street and have a premonition of happiness. But now, it's sure that I can't, and probably that's why one ghost comes every night
to change
But you rather be a knucklehead livin off a name'
Now I'm shocked as he explained it all, vivid in a tale
I'm feelin every minute like the blind
other peoples shit, loving every minute of it
You know what it takes to go against odds
Watching my back, with some niggas like Keke and Boz
Jump in my 81
think about me? Baby
Baby, baby, do you have a minute or 2 to spare?
'Cause I, I'm not the same when I'm by myself
Your face always seem to appear in
Every minute or so
Baby, I can't let go
Long empty nights, still hurtin'
Alone, knowin' I want you
Wastin' all this time apart
Ain't worth it, tell
the flavor with the because it pays
It's written by the groceries, or should I say the veggies
Come over here fair maiden, allow me to pull the wedgie
from
financial weapon
Now it's time for the S-O-be
And nine thousand is steppin'
[Tak]
Travelin' slowly through every channel
And laboratory samples
Now
Can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers
All the time
I try to capture
Every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping
From the minute you saw it
By the time it left my mouth
I know you wouldn't want it
But I had to have it out
I saw your smile
I felt it
Now I
playing with a marked deck
And in a minute Imma gotta pull a card, check
I been grinding my minding to get that
Dinner, it's all on the line and I find
IgCorcaigh go déanach
(In Cork, a late hour)
Ar leaba im aonar
(In my solitary bed)
I remember you back in the GPO with Connolly and Clarke
Laughin' with
in a tower
good boy gone sour
paid by the hour
good boy gone sour
I had a dream today
About the great earthquake
The sun went black
The moon turned red as love
Four horsemen riding by
As stars fell from the sky
No
forever from you
You know that you can make me better
By smiling in your sweater
I'll open every letter from you
Oh your eyes tonight
It's like they'll
mine
So many sick ass letter combinations I peg rhymes
Blew my EC advance on a PC and grams
DC and PS2 games, grow lights and plants
Crops done by
Small talking, but after an hour or so, I mentally die
And I try, I try, I try, I try,
But I can't help but loving more
When being on my own and watching
enough of bad news
In the midnight hour, I will stand all over now
No more hate - no more shadows of the past
A wall of silence surrounded every dream
how sad you seem to me
Believe me, were it within my power
I'd fill each passing hour
How quiet it must be, I can see
With only me for company
to me
Believe me, if it were in my power, I'd fill each passing hour
How quiet it must be, I can see, with only me for company
There's so little I
At eight o'clock we said goodbye
That's when I left her house for mine
She said that she'd be staying in
Well, she had to be at work by nine
So I get
the hour
Thinking every last one of you
Came down in the last April shower
It's all decided before you even step out the door
Before the punch in
many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys
Every day
Friends & lovers grow like flowers
Make mistakes
And spend your hours
Living it down
Life's a game
A journey for us inside out
No
ascendancy?
I cry come bring me on a high
We'll watch the angels fly, then we'll ride the crimson sky
Hear you screaming out in hours of living hell
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