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the sweat to run
Down the crack of my ass like Niagra yeah
That's hot enough for me
No I wanna look like I'm
Lactating under my man titties
That's hot enough
eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under
If there's any more living to live
The life that's left in me I'm ready to give
If there's anything more I can do
Then tell me now, my love, I'll
sticking their noses in
She's just under the upper hand
And goes mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside, tonight
'Cause in the pipe
to live in shit
Under your conditions, crime will undoubtedly spread
You may be watching every move we make
You even convince yourself that you're clever
revise alive
Pyramids prove we were first in existence
Change our conditions and rise with persistence
Position is fightening, words are enlightening
For
a magazine
I can design an engine
Sixty-four miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I
down
You said that you felt like you had been dealt a bad hand
You did exactly what they told you in the end
I'd take you back under one condition
This
keeps turning under the sun
While inside the soul is boiling over
This hate for the other is hate for yourself
The cancer condition
The dead-end
a magazine
I can design an engine
Sixty-four miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I
to the casket All my flaws swept under the table To grieve the porcelain doll that was me Their solemn songs sang me to sleep As my body escaped me Their solemn
the
Inverse polarised gravitation
Great adaptability to the
Different extreme conditions
Vision invisible option
Supported amorphing mode
In the fire balls
fascinated with mtv cribs
Wondering what he did
I deserved that award, the
Plaque on the wall, my condition is hard
I won't mention at all
I'm conditioned for
tell you a secret about money
I been keepin' under my designer hat
You know, money ain't what I need
A dollar bill can't give me kiss
When a little
First time I felt the magic of her kiss
Was under a Carolina moon
Sweet Southern style
Tender but a little wild
For me no other love will ever do
he calls my name
I know we're in the long game
Why would I leave him for?
I couldn't ask for any more
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back
He won
Walkin' through a crowd, the village is aglow
Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats
Everybody here wanted somethin' more
Searchin' for
Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with
(The first numeral is one
Push the button under the one
Good.
Push the button under one again)
At times I tap my skull (at times the time must
and my heart, uh
My heart said, "under any circumstance or for any reason
Lay down your guard again and I'ma stop beatin'
Please, friend, I cannot take
Bitch, I can explode at any moment
Don't get me goin', 'cause a lot can happen
You talkin' crap and wake up in a fuckin' Saw contraption
A raw assassin,
man
When you see this much this young you learn to cope as best you can
The trick's to look remorseful, but never shoulder any blame
Condition their
{Sticky Fingaz}]
The beats be Rushen like Patrice
You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleece
Then a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say da
the blabbering trees
Yes, you told them once before;
It's no secret any more.
Why tell them all the old things?
They're buried under the snow.
Whispering
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