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Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

The Statler Brothers

Thank You World

1974

My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike
My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike
The preacher came by and I

Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye

at a water park
I didn't know what to say
But I didn't have to 
I'll leave the talking to you
Grabbed my arm and she pulled me away

Oh
And the years went by

You'll regret what you did, you'll be wishing
For a second chance that I'm not giving
Cause you never gave me one
Remember linkin' in the park, I've become

I'm reppin' it cause that's home to me
Don't understand why you wouldn't sport ya own city
Spent time up in Vermont at my aunt's house
Couple parties by

Those cold benches
They are my heart
And all this park
It is a lie

This park made by myself
Help me forget that I'm alone
My heart is screaming a lot

걱정하지 않아 그대 있으니까'
'My love 그대 웃을땐 내 마음이 멈춰 세상이 멈춰'
.
[Credit]
Song written by Lucas park
Produced & arranged by Lucas park
Computer programing : JI WON

want to take my place, ian losing it
Get the bread by any means, ain't no clues to it
I'm pursuing time is money, ian snoozin it
Noooo I got use to it

bitch want me to respect her, she don't respect her fuckin' self

I thought I loved, I let her meet my mama, now I'm outside by myself
I'm thuggin' by my

doesn't even matter, I got Linkin Park ghostwriting
You get flipped like a Bic, bro this your lighter?
Any nigga talkin' to the pigs we gon' hogtie him

from Linkin Park plays 
But you look better with it anyways

we linkin' for if we ain't recordin' or on a date
Or you pullin' up wit' cash?
My shit always go on camera
Like what else makes memory of me makin' you

You be actin' like you tough, can't look me in my eyes (in my eyes)
This nigga tryna slit his wrists 'cause he can't get with I (okay)
I just hopped

Find That

The Beatnuts

Relativity Urban Assault

1996

clear from the east coast to South America, MEDELLIN
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean
As I whistle you get hit by a missile
While you're eatin'

Hol up park,
Fill a bitch up
Gas up 
NOS,
In the dark imma spark
I clutch so hard I could make hellcat bark,
I stay with the k9 thoughts
Deep in my

Blax!
Je te casse la guitare sur le
Crâne comme les Linkin Park
Coup d'schlass vocaux, pouce toi poto

In Walnut Park risked my life just to start
Wait till im rich imma buy some more art
Give that shit to my hood cuz they know where to start
7.62s look

Show both ways to your heart
You can tell me from the start
Trombone playing in the park
And I got keys to your heart
Show both ways to your heart

to live across the street from the park in the villa
Me and the cuddy on the bench smoking Killa
Then the bus drove by and somebody banged on him
She said

just rude
Wit my crew now and we writing y'all due
I see how y'all talking abt people
None of y'all cool and none of y'all lethal
I seen where y'all been

Central Park
Riding the merry-go-round
Merry-go-round
What-what-oh
What-what-oh
What-what-oh
Now the years have gone by
But I still keep that day in my

not to rhyme
Red lipstick with on my dick
'Cause you know what I'm saying
I've already done that one
Let's get back to it

Zip it off by

Uh huh, timeless up to di time enuh baby
Mi done a tell yuh
If your relationship is sinkin'
You can always link Kartel
I'm here for di linkin

the best cuz your soul needs it
Corrupt URL nah we ain't linkin'
It's so hard to find my love but I'm searchin'
Feelin' like I'm stuck up in a circus
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