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I wish I might 
All dreams come true when I'm by your side 
It's neither here nor there again you disappear into thin air 
And I wonder if you were

Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a pocket full of millions
Like Sicilians, we do it mafioso
Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo
I do it by

it's like air
I lose the will to care
And I just breathe

Don't say goodbye
Dry your eyes
Let yourself be seen
Let yourself be seen
You don't need

shit 
Don’t be blinded by my kindness 

I know I’m on yo vision board 
I’m trying feed the streets 
And pitch it forward 
Just like those and came before

present
Twenty fourth of each December cookies by the chimney
Fairy better deliver, when his teeth missing
Still scab picking, begging mama and papa for

reveal the pain that you to hide
but I know that you, just like I
can't take no more!

What if our love
are running out of air tonight?
If silence is

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house

Just be honest
Just be honest babe
To be honest
I'm a try my hardest
Treat you good
Like your a goddess
I work hard to
Take away your problems
And if i

Ladies and gentlemen
I don't know what this is coming down through the audience
But look like it just came out of the basement (yeah)
Know what I'm

It's so cold here
But it don't snow here
The days just turn to gray

The places are far apart
I know them by heart
The city fades away

It's always

spirit's cheerful like a shark's innocent 
Just a feeling you'll be for a while blue   
Comes a picture eventually true
It all ends good eventually too but

wet, why yo bitch upset?
Why, you guys just met?
Why you let her, why you just met her
Then you set her up
With a mother fucker, and a mother lover
You

the blinking lights of a plane
They're vanishing like a phrase
That doesn't meet with what is happening
All these magic words we say
Are just air
For the gilded

heart, just promise me you won't tear it apart. 
Forcefully with your fists, pulling me closer by my hips. 

Put your hands up in the air, and let them

the reason niggas sell to strangers; get bagged by undercover
Damn money, you're a bad motherfucker
Damn money; it's mad funny..same time sad money
The false

this evening
Now ask yourself, is that really air that you breathin' in?
I think outside the box, then I find a box I can keep 'em in
Or just leave it

of sweet dreams, I'm bombarded by nightmares
Of you and your crew

Storming against my home like a hurricane
Breaking through the front door with the force

fast, just three left
We have a lot of wonderful things tonight, just search our site
You can find Donald Trumps piece of the Berlin Wall
Autographed by

911

Terry Hall

Bad Company [Original Soundtrack]

2002

the detinate box (box)
Like, people take my life and that's pathetic as Pac's (Pac's)
A waste of the talent, Say my boys is just no where
Placed

Jon Hamm,

You know it won’t kill us, just one more time through Tilles

I’m assuming that’s where Santa will land

 

He’ll be greeted by our two

there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'

kind of weird she smiling like she lying
So fuck that yellow cup what can I do with some air
If we crash the fuck out what can that mother fucker spare

Say Ooh

Salt-N-Pepa

Brand New

1997

on my hips, lips reactin'
Goosebumps, pumps in the air
Love like this is rare, so I don't even care
Say ooh, I need to make you happy
You just so black

When nothing is real
Are we still human?
Numb by morphine
When souls are polluted
Like cities, like air, like seas
Just turn on the music
You need