Lyrics:
and fries
And you can pass me a lettuce. I'm a pass it by
(Kool Rock Ski): So keep shoveling, (Ha!) onto my plate
Give me some sweets and lots of cake
(Prince
the saving grace that's over me.
By this time I'd-a thought I would be sleeping
In a pine box for all eternity.
My faith keeps me alive, but I still be
As the doors slide a side
And i tried to walk inside the elevator
With no place to face
Noticed by one
But the other starts to back over me
Well composed
I
If you'da told me that it'd take me all my life to get over you
I knew for a night, girl, I'd be drinkin' 'bout you
But it's years gone by and I'm
On In By Under
On In By Under
Oops I lost my cats
Did you see my cats
Meow On the tree
Meow In the box
Meow By the chair
Under the table
Oh
the greatest, you just the latest,
I'm loved by your grand mama, and your baby
[Chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack in the box,
You can't
elegance
With shoes by Gucci on their feet:
Uniforms.
How do you know who the hell you are?
Wake up each day under a different star?
Dressed
to see
Won't you box it up for me?
For me
Oh, give me strength, and give me peace
Does anyone out there want to hear me?
It's just another
the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for
in a box
On Wayfair
Shipped in a box
In a box
In a box
Conjured into to thought
By your bleeding heart
Without a release form
Delivered in full
They
Yeah she walks with natural bounce
She'd go go dance in the cage
Then get up close to the stage
And shout it out
Rock boys! Rock!
Plug it in the box
The year 1963
The people's president
Was taken away
By security man
All dressed in a uniform of brutality brutality
Oh no ma my my black president
Ei la meg by deg på no vestkantkunst
Gutta lighter opp og trekker det vi kaller for sunt
Både grønt og brunt
Alle andre er på grunt vann
Stygge feite
السلام عليكم
Peace and blessings be upon you all
I go by the name of Ahmad-Adham Morad Abdelmeguid El-Shazly
Im Egyptian and Im Proud
أنا إسمي
that think you worthless
Folks lacking some patience in 1990 I surfaced
Always fond with the heights, that I dream about in the 90s I'm falling from 40
They were always spoken by my dear mother who believed in me
Who encouraged me
Who stood by my side
Who made me smile
They were also told to me by my
by the Christmas Tree well well
Listen baby I don't have to have
A box of presents givin' to me, no baby
Well see all those gifts and things are
Dwudziesty dziewiąty marca 1990
Szczecin szpital zmęczona matka
W ręce bierze dziecko
Tak jak milion innych matek powiesz
Ale jebie mnie to moja
boom, chikka boom
JP beat-box, feet as flip-flops
Doing the hip hop, mixed with the warm sock
And Stephanie propped up, up by the mic stand
This ain’t no
sung by Jim
It's too cool
To get something done
Too many things move fast
I can't quite get a grip at last
And all the stars don't shine
hoes be getting fucked by the bros
Bitch tryna get all the way in my pocket
You don't know that I'm tryna stash shit by the load
Wassup nigga
I said fuck
pr**
I just can't help it I just can't help him the jig(enemy) curled up leaking don't drive by hop out ching(stab)swing him split his neck chin
room
Hot box control room
1984
Hot box control room
Hot box control room
1984
Konstantin Chernenko spins through the air
Struck by a high five from
far away
I know that pain
So don't you run away like you used to do
Roses in a vase of white
Bloodied by the thorns beside the leaves
That
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