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Spanish bar on American street
You're the one I like the mostest
Holding hands by the sea
Like holding onto a ghost
Eyes like headlights
Headed

cooking up in the bando
From Atlanta not orlando the op boy is chicken like nandos

Slashing up ops two for one promo sent off a cliff he was a homo
Op boy

misconduct

Against all the odds you see
We keep on crushing
Living by a code, a creed
We just keep coming
Your hail marry attempts
Will not get you far
Bury

don't know why 
So I'ma have to let em know who you lil n***** owned by 
U dance to my songs like a little cheerLeader 
Now you want to be a rapper 
But

mind, I will twist ya like a list, uh 
Visible vista views to lift ya
Whole spirit high to a cliff
The undoubtable soldier, everlasting riffs
Pass me

Jimmy Kimmel off the Django
Dream chasing no pillow we should be on cable
Came in dipped out queso with the pesos
Exchanged info with a lil nympho
Sent

Yeah, sleep interrupted 
Phone line cut-off 
Lying on the edge of a cliff, don't run off 
Phone keeps buzzing 
Don't even know ya 
Super energetic

when i fall into misery

On the cliff side cold out 
Slippery
Think i fell down 
Scarred up 
Injuries 
Let it burn down 
Shattered thoughts 
Memories
Its

don't want the heat 

Cause I bitch I could a flip 
Bitch I could flip, bitch I could flip you outta seat 
Like we on a cliff 
Or out of ya whip like it

endeavour
And would you look at this
As if this was all pre-planned out ahead of time by some corporate multimedia synergist
Right on cue
Here comes the swarm

Coast to Coast Gangstas

Sauce Money

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

'cause like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia you in the scope like a muthafucka
Fine, niggas don't wanna let him shine
Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give

then they hopes got dwindled
Ain't a TV, but you see me speakin' fire like a show on kindle
Too short to worry bout a Jimmy, rather get my jokes stole by

Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm
And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands
Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf
In cluster then

TOO HURT TO HEAL
Brenn Hill - Red Cliffs Press Music (BMI)

Verse 1:
On a whirlwind run you're a son of a gun
I never thought I'd regret the day I

our tears have dried
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early morning

Like Jimmy Cliff, ah di harder they come
Lighting a spliff with a spark of me gun
Highest of grades under di the sun, yeah

Smoking my own strain
I

on happening I might just lead it by the hand
Right over a cliff so we can both die when we land
That's why I'm so infatuated by this girl here
When she's here

Day by day 
I keep getting older
Maturing with age
I keep getting colder
Fine like wine
Wise and sober
No drugs or pills 
Needed to go hard
Day by

the wind
And there's one, by God, aviso that will never flash again!
Weeping red tears from a third eye that the guilty cannot feel
From the Springfield

get those buddies together one time a year
Talkin’ glory days and the God we fear
Makin’ fun of Big Jimmy ‘cause he got the tears
Running down his face

to do shit
Suicides and OD's
Get pulled over lie to police
At Jimmy's liquor buying OE
Then I'm sliding by the homie's
It's just our future in the trash

atop white cliffs, savaged by the cold
Should the tears fall to the stones to reflect a man so gray and old
When paradise is lost to temptation

stared down by John Cloud 
When there was nothing to discuss 
He threw tear gas bombs into the crowd 
You can burn our churches and bomb our homes 
You can

a Michael Myers mask, tryin' to see
what little Jimmy got underneath the Christmas tree
I see a rectangle box, I see the cookies and milk by the socks
I see