Lyrics:
I'm not made perfect I don't know everything
From time to time my mind is on the virtual brink
I've had my moments when I've prepared for all
I
Propped my eyes open with some chemistry
I've got a three hour drive and a man to see
The blue bruised sky is closing in
Cover up well because
the key
A friend of mine heard from a friend of hers
She was workin' on last name number three
There was a time I'd have relished those words
But I
all can sing to I know the chorus
Now my brain's turned black!
Love Explosion
by: José Eduardo “ Coréon Dú ” Paulino dos Santos
Your fingers run through my skin like spiders
Your whisper makes my pulse
a dozen wives
And a child by every one
I am from about, umm, number five
So don't expect me to stay with anyone
Try, try, try to arrange me
But there's no
closed, clutched to my shotty, having visions, flashes of death camps and prisons, no provisions, deceived by the devils decisions. Forced into a slave,
It listens for the final Trumpet of
The Inmost Light
And I clench my left hand
Then I open it: the gods I loved
are alldead; pages, metal, signs
love with me
If you want to be my lover
Chased her up through Johnson city
Led a bloodhound by the trail
I followed her to Harlan
Where the coal
who gone fuck who.
We be rollin' dirty but we flirty when it come to dem
girlies dem chickas so hot dey be my number one spot.
When I role to school
helping number two.
[ARBITER]
Point 31
No game begun
By noon goes on
After six
[THE RUSSIAN & FLORENCE]
How sad
To see
[ARBITER & MOLOKOV]
It's very sad
Comfort & Desire
(Osunlade, Yoruba People’s Music, Ascap/Sony Atv)
when i saw ya i knew u were the one
from the moment u were in my sight
id
reincarnated created player wita bald head
Hieroglyphic repping not elected stock invested
Name's a number and a question
I'm replying that God's here
My job
reincarnated created player wita bald head
Hieroglyphic repping not elected stock invested
Name's a number and a question
I'm replying that God's here
My job
94 money
Brown paper bag ol dope boy money,
Ol dope boy money
Easily I approach the microphone ya da kids no joke,
Tell yo hoe to get offa my
and Bob One
Build, build, build
To jest ten track od Mioduli
Nikt nie zatrzyma tej kuli
Ile byś nie dał, my damy zawsze więcej
Gdy wchodzimy do klubu
You go home with the honey the power the cheese
Lockhart
We smoking these niggas
Top chart
Number one pick by the sinners
Pop tart
Coming out hot
don't touch
She got up and walked by, a little teaser with one thing on her mind
The jukebox at number twenty-five
Next thing that I knew, she was
now she is sound asleep
in other times I would have held her forever
in other times I would have gone by the book
but rule number one never go crazy
Racks turned my ho to a new bitch
New Prada nigga that new drip
This ho wanna fuck I'm too hip
(Okay okay let's go)
Number (N) ine jeans with the Prada
go?
Jennifer, where did
Jennifer, where did you go?
Grabbed my black umbrella
And went into the town to phone
I dialed the number
but there was nobody
I'll never come back here, I'll never see this again.
It doesn't come full circle, it won't come back around again.
Connect the dots, paint by
I've been wasting time waitin' for the lottery like
I've been patiently waitin' for my numbers to strike
If you wanna find a broken man
Find
To talk to that girl
Whose grace is so rare
All my boys say
You won't get her
Numbers
I ain't saying nothing
628-4081
Pretty little thing
Oh no
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