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grew up
Going by the book
But once you get old
You don't know how to cope
With the shitty things
That scare us all
Yeah you know we've all got to fall

only for murder
The herder of lost souls in torpor at the crossroads
For starters I'll make you a martyr
Cop me a push pop and push me an opp'er
Stop

you a rap singer
I know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger
Linger, that the green thumb jars got a valid registration and my cannabis card
I'm

our hearts, it'll take our faith
But we need the majority to make shit shake
I'ma get me a quarter, I'ma get in the car
And I'ma get on a call and go

a lot of why'all ain't gon' make it
Done went from crack slingers to R&B singers
Before the mic's on, you was already singin
It's just a song was a big

away
Beckoning right by my side moving forward as we ride

I will remember

On the darkest day
Bring me love, bring me joy, it's all a matter of
Choice

No matter what baby I'll always love you
Just tell me what u want and I give u everything
She said she wants to be by her side everyday and every night

VERSE 1
We are fire, we are brimstone/ we are servants of damnation, a grim storm/ we a re vile, we’re
a shit storm/ hey your number came up, get

i last
Performed so poorly for the king

Would be princess
It seems I'm just a servant girl
No one takes me seriously as a princess
They look at me

what's going on
Shit sound like a FIFA 17 song
By a white band that nobody's know
But today that white singer it's me
And I'll play a game for the vid

broke, that was a easy decision
My mission was to make dough, not end up in prison
But I'm still in a helll of my own
Bill collectors won't leave me

King of New Orleans

Better Than Ezra

You Had to Be There!

1997

you pass him at your feet
Did you think at all
How dare they even look me in the eye

And he loves the girls
And he loves the boys
Gonna make

Jacky [Single Mix]

Marc Almond

12 Years of Tears: Live at Royal Albert Hall

2007

and phoney virgins

I'd have a bank on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where I wanna be

Locked up

kia
Everyday been working hard
Make my blessings no go pass me by
Make enemies no go use me laugh
Won o le mu mi sere rara rara
Jah dea for back, no cap

Friend is

Nourished by hostility
Chaos brings in joy
Your demonic scent will help me
Reach for lower ground

I believe
That my
Friend is
A succubus

I

Ghetto B.I.

Channel Live

Armaghetto

2000

me it don't make sense
Then guard his nonsense
A niggas best defense is his offense
So yo I watch po po
And duck a dodo
Birdies in them gogo's

what you teach the little children 
Make sure a nuh something to hurt them 
Mind what yuh say to mi sista 
She could be the next Prime Minister 
(I say)

Ghetto B.I.

Channel Live

Armaghetto [Clean]

2000

the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by

Even Nash Kato had a go at Dirty Work
and though he overkilled it, he did it note by note, word by word

so, if you come across it, a voice that makes

The Geto

Ice Cube

My Homies

1998

can put the kill on it
You gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer
Putting your baby to sleep
And turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick

nobody else
Fuck that shit ima make it by myself
Fuck that shit ima do it by myself
That’s not me I’m not myself

Michael Jordan 23 but I’m 22
Living life

be love my garden
fragrance can make us tender
cause every time when I feel gloomy,
This turn me back to pure Like
a sound of bicycle bell by a child

Ink Don't Bleed

Watsky

All You Can Do

2014

There's a pop idol at the top of the charts
And when her records being cut she's on the beach in St. Barts
While a session singer who didn't have the face

Byzantine

And Theo, he thinks I still love him
But I know him, and he knows not a thing
Don't disregard me as a servant, know me
As the woman who