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a roll with gold diesels
Growin' pains, family Seaver
Often understated, but they need us
Will you remember me?
Over twenty albums deep
Still a new

Everything's Alright

Sarah Brightman

Andrew Lloyd Webber: The Premier Collection Encore

1993

the poor
Why has it been wasted? We could have raised maybe
Three hundred silver pieces or more
People who are hungry, people who are starving
They

got it
It’s 3 percent and we ain’t going by the book
Big stepping like I’m hopscotching (like I hopscotch)
Pull up and make these hoes take a look (I'm

Life has its pros and life has its cons
Take nothing for granted though
'Cause you'll never know what you got till it's gone

Everything happening

Why are you afraid to fall asleep?
You'll be safe here with me
When the dark is all you see
Follow the sounds of the melody

Hush my darling,

Awfully Deep

Roots Manuva

Awfully Deep [Bonus Disc]

2005

[Chorus - Roots Manuva]
Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, I can't get no sleep
[repeat 3x]
Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep

at night though I try
I know I'll never be the same
The scars are too deep in me I see I see I lost it
Breathe in deep I breathe again exhausted
Reach in me

God I'm just so blessed by this wife of mine

She worth more than them rubies 

Value she lack nothing

Don't bring me no harm

She my special someone

But it was now or never
When you get
This we should talk so hit me up
I need that peace of mind
So it's all or nothing
Why are you fronting baby?
Just

Are you running?
(Are you running?, Are you running?)
Are you running?
(Are you running?, Are you running?)
Are you running?
(Are you running?, Are

and terrible, R. S.
Art is colorful but got nothing to do with our skin color, Ars
Our gifts are godgiven
Got nothing to do with our skin color, Ars
And for

and terrible, R. S.
Art is colorful but got nothing to do with our skin color, Ars
Our gifts are godgiven
Got nothing to do with our skin color, Ars
And for

I am the king of the game
You are just mad cause I'm in your lane
Boy we are not the same
You are nothing but a shame
Put some respect on my name
I

of cities
All that's left are graves
Maybe this will happen
This could be 3 years

The seas are rising
The skies are falling
The bodies piling up
Around

happy to be here, muster up three cheers
Hip-hip, who are you; hear, hear
Huzzah sis-boombah, cue the fanfare
Go fetch the man of the year, a goddamn

back up
Tell em they betta call back up
Ugh
I'm nothing like something you wanted to see
You run up get done up when fuckin wit me
Kill you on GP no

sold 8ths, but got robbed anytime a local gangster caught me
Got jumped by those kids at Flagstaff, thank God when they were done I stood back up when

Real street nigga shit

The Butcher coming, nigga (yeah)
My nigga Chamberz in this bitch
(You ain’t been through nothing
We ain’t been through,

you want
Be sure
If you say you love me
Love me
Words are not enough
I'm sorry
Baby girl
I'm good by myself
Baby
I need all or nothing
If you say you

They keep asking who I am like they don't know my name
Lyrics to hard to understand but this deep rooted pain
My name I with double p's and you can

Back 2 Da Basicz

These are the lyrics to song number two “Back 2 Da Basicz”:

Sup-p-z-z-z, I bet you didn’t know, (Nah-h-h)

That I did this for

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this

Demonic

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

(Intro)
You are vulnerable here I can not stop what is coming

realizing your the patient
Play a role in stations to feel alive when you are dating
You imagine scenarios not vividly like you playin Mario
You should Let Me