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to be|Especially when the only one in the van is me|And I sat down on the curb and watched a squirrel get hit by a car|And I wondered where you are, whoever you

without my friends
I don't need nobody's help 
People I trusted stabbed my back 
So I don't trust nobody else 
I'll be Kaiser by myself
Ain't nobody I left

And Crazy
It's Drama Time[Time]
I'm Gettin' Ten For A Show[Lets Go]
Album Aint Even Dropped
When it's Dropped I'm Gettin' Mo
Wish I Can Go Down Every

on a muthafuckin cop
and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick
by a reckless young black pit
indo or tai, nigga lets get high
2 to 3 blunts and watch

Here is the song "Am buchaille ban" which Capercaillie do a lovely
version of on their Crosswinds album. I was sent these words by John
Angus Macleod

just so proud
Vibing
Yeah i’m vibing
Album just dropped
Yeah perfect timing
Can not stop i keep on jotting
And i’m plotting
For my rising
Why the hell do

much about it,
but I was good at it,
The cops they never heard about it,
I had a few friends who broke up over ends,
Man its funny how that shit just

sit, it's a hell of a view
Homies hit me up, tell 'em all come through
Girlies hit me up, tell 'em all come through
Day dream in class man that's all I

and man I'm mad now
I sit and think on do I have to show a Bigger smile
I'm making music but don’t know Bout’ what to say now
I got to follow through my

Leaf ain't it kinda funny
How you're making an album nobody is gonna listen to 
And rapping bout shit that nobody cares about
That's pretty funny

most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed

room with motherfucking tools,
If niggaz in the pen were pinocchio's,
Their nose will grow long way to Tokyo-oo,
I'm saved by the blood of Jesus,
AMEN!

Nine died,
Ate two seven,
Equal eight, 
Who tryna get six next?
Tryna skip the full album
335,
That’s another dead man,
Two shots to his dome,
They say

an album dog, and make it bumpin’
Yeah, five times I've started over and
It's like I'm never really satisfied with where I'm at
All the work is lost,

My man Pretty Black
Said he seen some folk
Turn vegetarian when the beef come
Spit gangster shit
But don't step to the war drum
In fact they jet when

You doing your thing
And now I am in Miami
You make a hit album
We doing it big we've got money
Baby
Miami man
Miami
Du skulle vært her med oss
But you

Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I

on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44

can take the blame
Ima grab him by the horns and spit up in his face
Tell him I'm creating magic like I'm David Blaine
Like I am number one and you

album
Love make it go platinum
Look at that passion, love
Buzz in the status Young T
Balling like magic, love
Now they wanna come get chose
All these

beefed with
My home girl got raped by
The homie on deep shit
Me and the other homie hit back then
But then he split i pray to the devil, blood
Ain't hard

don't want
No stops, did it by myself until the album dropped, it's
All love to the game I'm playing till I drop

And I was free for a minute
You could

Play "bulletproof baby"
On apple music
Lyrics for bulletproof baby by silvana imam
I know you ain't gonna back down on us now that we need you
I want

killer con i Tom Ford, man
Sono con Salvo e con Mauro
Tu non ti salvi no è amaro, scemo
Morirai prima di Sanremo
Caricatore pieno, extrasistole
Lei fa