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Hey, please, take a puff!
Oh, yeah... That's the stuff
Mr. Producer...

Blow the smoke into my face
This feels just like a warm embrace
A gift not

Oowah

Jin Akanishi

Japonicana

2012

(Oowah) when I see something that is just so fine 
I say oowah, I say oowah 

Everything that's mine, I'd lay it on the line 
I'll be Mr. Jack

Pablo Picasso

Drama

Suite903

And the cars drive by
Just so they could see her
And she never bats an eye
When someone takes her picture

Mr.Officer if you've come to take her
Then that

boogie board on these instruments
Riding the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lying I'm flying, nah
If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor

Mach five
Stop by
See what I've been working on
You know the location my vocation is a work of art
Paint it
Pastels hang aloft
The fancy fireplaces

at the staff meeting 
I’m re’n up, a delivery’s at the lab beating that I’m beasting

First name’s Mr. inside these halls
Though my product doesn’t seem to fit

(He11stein)
Hundred thousand for a Rover
Put a V8 in the motor
Getting drove by a chauffeur
Wrist cold North Dakota
Balling on em' like a hot boy

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Breaking Atoms

1991

the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus

And paving my way
E don tay we dae suffer lemme surf on my wave
I'm making mistakes
And learning by day
Who's really real, who's temporary and who's gon stay

of white light
And it sounded something like this

Followed by the loud sound of a boom
I was scared and closed my eyes tight
Couldn't see but from what I

gon save em?
Never the talkin type
Observin shade ooo
He cool Real deal smooth
Flow so ecstatic like he powered by the moon
Chillin w my crew it's been

They don't mess with me they gon' get gotten
I'm odd I'm the opposite hypocrite
I will and I won't I wilt when I wrote
You Mr. Pendanski I'm more like

No questions for you too ask
No gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie

tentatively calling "Bad"
He waves his lighter
In the air and sways as it
Plays through for her part
Nicki has been pleading with
Him to trust her proven pop

never had a reason
Can't figure me out, they had to call a meeting
This chopper Rod Wave, this big nigga singin' Pull up with the mop on they block Mr

her feeling my waves under my durag durag
How you how you do that do that
When I come through ain't no pressure but you knew that knew that
I keep it

you can call me Mr. Old era

Shot in the dark hand me the check
Feel it in my Soul hit the bullseye with a bang
Live, from the 919 vibing day to day

Never choke you been told the minute you fall near
Jeopardizes the reigning
Long live the king don't despise me baby
I'm gone with the wind passing by my

(skr) i dare one of y'all to
Step on the Wave runners
Plain summer, hit the West Coast
His brains in the luggage
Make you suffer but you love it (Ah)
Make

Ahh MR MO eh
Eh

Nicki got 250 on her wrist
Might to ocean 8 that bitch
Drop 250 on a Tesla make it all red inside all cream
I can't even floor

shopping
    jogging and round go home ok new line entry new wave 
    new look new deal and line by superctuck entertainment 
    baby mixer balance

Medusa took a look in my eyes
I'm not mr T but the A Team by my side
Five guys like we came with a order of fries
I be the wave you just go with the tide

I'm a quiet storm be careful you'll get swept away
I'll take you from the blue skies to the stormy grey
Just Ride the wave don't let the water take

Bitch want me by her side just to make sure she okay (Yeah, okay, okay, okay)
I can't protect this ho no more, she all up in my way (What, okay,