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I'll bear the brunt and baby your sutures
Suture meet tongue that kiss meanswe're lucky
Up up, then down I hope that you trust me
I'm the free lunch,

tjänar racks
Mannen du e fucking trash
Mannen du e fucking wack
Hon e thick hon har ass
Hon vill smash ja säger pass
Flippar brunt de hasch
Gör allt till

som flippar
Några som mekar och några som sippar
Ingen dömer mig sjukt för jag ser annorlunda ut
Gröna blad och nåt brunt men nu är pannorna slut
Jag

Door De Modder
tekst: Huub van der Lubbe
muziek: Nico Arzbach, Roland Brunt

Halve schroef met dubbele flikflak
Vrouw met vis in geel en groen
Volle

Stil Bij De Dingen
tekst: Peter Smit
muziek: Nico Arzbach, Roland Brunt

Ik dans, ik dans midden op straat
Je hoeft dus niet te vragen of het goed

the brunt
I know that you've been through it too, it still ain't enough
I need many, plenty
Give me some yeah we've come a long way
And we don't have to say,

Het Mooiste Moet Nog Komen
tekst: Flip Broekman
muziek: Nico Arzbach, Roland Brunt

Ik kruip tegen m’n moeder aan
We kijken samen uit het raam
Buiten

my moves sleek
Haters suck my dick
My Empire like Rick Ross
Mayhem on Tiktok
Running man Vision
Why you want de front
Na me bear the brunt
I can be

skal
Jeg ka' se på de drenge at de salt
Du ka kalde det hva end du vil kalde det
Og hun spørg om jeg bedst ka' li' grønt eller brunt jeg ligeglad baby

the brunt of it comes at the worst and most inconvenient times

I know I'm casually a casualty and your best friend
It's probably absurdity you're the best

to prove
A disgruntled, bit brunt end of blunt points of view
A misjudgment and some of it skewed with the wrong attitude
But you've made it this far, well

flower
Like a honey bee
And imma eat you scrumptiously
If you looking down I hope you not judging me
And imma pound you out
You gon take the brunt of me

take the brunt
Of pleasures and pain
There's more than enough
Got love for my friends
Well that could be tough
How did I end up here?

Now I'm a

Slave

the burning brunt of sun's attack
It's roots are buried deep within the planet
They sip the molten water at the core
The lambent sap is drawn through trunks

true

Say goodbye let my old times die
Fairweathered fool
You might talk shit
Get the brunt of it
In the name of the truth

Old friends say
That beyond

around thinkin' 'bout
that little girl?
So broken, knowing so early on it's her against the world
Soft spoken, naivety stolen
Forced to bear the brunt

The journey's goal: beings boon I intended
But anger and sickness and heartache resulted
I bore the brunt of breakdown and psychosis
Left me shattered in psyche,

the brunt on my back
Pushed to my ends, no fucks to give now
If I don't get a win then I'm goin' to the pound
Throw me a bone, I'm a beast, I'm a hound
Never

as the dancefloors
Ambitions are losing traction as I'm searching for my cause
So I'm waiting for hope to come and lift me from limbo
As I'm kicking it with the brunt

Håret ditt e brunt heile nattå
men når morgensolå treffe blir det gull
Eg ser på deg med trøtte blinde øyne dekka av et sengetøy i bomull

Og du har

fukter funky. Stanker som en kjøkkenklut. 
Grønt og brunt, trekker fortere enn lucky luke.

Fortsatt fuck en snut. De har ikke kutta ut drittet
selv om jeg

display
Wakin' up with sore eyes and achy thumbs
Nowadays it's the pinkies that take the brunt from hangin under
Carpal tunnel from the Mario run through.

comb through the brunt of the earth and its seams
Until it feels like light hitting my face right

But I will not turn, I will not face that
A new faith

Israeli love to sever ties
Never hear about it
It's never televised
Think we got bad?
Man it's worse for the Yemeni

Hardly even baring the brunt from
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