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a little bit of personality
Take it or leave it
I really don't care
Cause there's more to me
Than the clothes that I wear
A sugarbaby, well maybe I'm not
But

before
So now I'll make him pay, each and every day
Until that moussed-haired little nuisance...is...no...more

Dr. Cox: So now that is why I call you

Antracon: Prudence?...Blood! By god...Prudence!
Scoria: Well well...I can see your true nature is to be...somewhat hateful
Antracon: who are you,

ovaries 
Im too official i just call it like a referee
My boy a blood so when i see him ima throw a b
Thought i was blind but it just took a little more

own 2 hands
he was back woods, backwards
used words like no sir, yes ma'am, by god, be darn,
hell yeah i'm American
and all the years he walked this

intentions misunderstood for fakes
Disguised by what they'd say
All the past has show is great appeal
There's something in the way this makes me feel

It's all

the stair case
Bbbbbbbbb
Just for the look on they face
A mental case a little sick in the brain
All the same it's an everyday thang
Black trucks bumpin is

feel inside
Let the language of love
Be your guide
You want what I want tonight
Merci beaucoups
Step by step
You know dreams come true when you…

our little game,
you're smiling back to us,
i'll be back here again,
that's just the way it always ends.

who am i talking to?
i always get it wrong.

ride slow
In the trunk got five O’s
So I slide by that 5-0
Stole my books from the book store
Sold em back for a bill a piece
Then went to the liquor

of her southern neighbor justified
Nubia exploited, left with little more than pride

What are we fighting for
What am I trying to restore by taking aim at you
It's not that I need the best
I want you to see I long to be successfully

My girl is sick and tired of my partying
My only concern is when the party end
I'm looking for a room to get it popping in
I see this little shawty

percent, pure uncut
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you

or if I'm not always convenient
I need blood more real than what's running through my veins
I need safe

I guess I just got used to bending
It's

what a good man you are

(Schroeder - You are kind)

you are kind to all the animals
and ev'ry little bird
with a heart of gold
you believe what you're

and destroy it!
I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing
You know
The dead have the virtue of looking like each other

It seems like yesterday
Ww

Nestled behind those
Gorgeous, false, sharp
Smiles

In order to conques the future: and destroy it!
I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing
You

afraid.
His loving kindness will follow us all the way.
Psalm 23 tells a little bit but there's plenty more.
You may even know it,
I don't know.
Tell me why

Sitting outside
The local CVS pharmacy
Just to pass the time
Because I got nothing else to do

When kids walk by I chat with them
And ask them silly

Where does the pollen go? 

Mr. Stuart: Next chapter, In an abstract way, the same thing applies
To the reproductive organs of the more complex life

a coroner 
Getting bodied by a foreigner 
Didn't know that there'd be more of us? 
Trust me, boy we got it all 
We got Infinate and Smallz 
You all don't

something more show me
Better lead a life that's complete, slow growth builds big trees 
Calm minds bred victories, for decades for centuries
They hunting,

shake hands
Geez gettin beat by this geezer
Since 84 kept my heart in the freezer
Something up my sleeve
Real teaser
Et tu brute, watch ya back like