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that waffle house
Her belly burst and
Blew her blouse away
Waffle, waffles, waffles
  
There's no need to fret
She said don't forget
When I get on me

Khalas

Ra

7 Days

2017

Mozart
Selling fret o's had the tings dem rattlin'
All this bread and you think
I never bought no tings for the Gs dem? Blud, don't even
You'll see

zone
No, I won't worry, and I won't fret -
Ain't no law against it yet -
Oop - she bop - she bop -
She bop - he bop - we bop...

As I drive away from Tusla
I tell my heart don't fret, but I know its gonna
You can't train your heart, like a dog
There are just some tricks that it

you
When I have to work late, you don't fret you just wait
Life stays mostly beautiful with you
Well it seems you and me have this philosophy
Of a lovin

the V
We ready fi the bottle and to fret the enemy

What are you gonna do?
With the time you have left
As you live on this planet
Yes, it's all up to you

Life is but a walking shadow
A poor player that frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more
It is a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound

wanna jeapardize everything,
gamble away, with the scissors who dont even bet right yeah right 
see i could never fret, so dont sweat
the technique cause

regret to inform I do not fret or mourn
The way things used to be
It's all in the past now, it's all gone

And the only way into the sun is walking
But

Eli-
Eli nah worry bout dem...
We gonna where he be-
Cause dem fight and dem fret...
I and i will stand up and fight like Lion...
We be the G's that be

to lay such weight on me
When once upon a time it was the thing that set me free
And this beat up guitar now tells the story in its frets
Of a lifetime

machine

I just can't forget
You press my string down to the fret
And I feel you on my skin
My last breath before the beat

Take a chance 
Take

nobody, beg ya understand
Nuh fi fret, dem gyal could never take your man

Oh baby, come and gimme, baby, run gimme (come gimme, baby gimme gimme)
Baby,

and fret
And stay at home
and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes

I'm moanin' all the mornin'
Moanin' all the night
And in

on third, kick your spurs you plastic cowboy
Enjoy the ride home, don't fret about the chumps you employ
Those who call the shots and run the numbers
Say

(Capo 3rd fret)
C - E - Am7 - F - G
Panahon at oras 
Ay sa-sadyang
Kay bilis matapos
Pero pag na sa piling mo
Humihinto paligid
Wag ng matapos 

Am7

love gone

You know I want you so much
But you tell me not to fret
My body aches for your touch
But you play hard to get

Now tell me
Have I done

That's why the name they use hurt, don't it?

All our troubadours
Their frets are worn
And voices sore
We were just too dumb to know it
And now the quiet

j't'avoue qu'ma vale-ca, j'la gère au calme (j'la gère au calme)

J'me méfie d'tout l'monde, même mes proches y passent
J'ai pas attendu d'voir le fret

le tétanos
Tout est verrouillé à la base, on m'appelle déjà "clandestino"
J'me lâche d'une hauteur de 3 mètres, pour courir vers les trains de fret

regret
Too much dwell and too much fret

Maybe, come back and stay so I can say
I never meant to dwell on more than

Yesterday yesterday
Yesterday

an omen of
Darkness or so they tell
Without giving us a chance to see
The hand in which it's held

And anyway, who am I to fret like this?
Maybe a key

a hurricane
Hurricane
Sow the wind and reap a hurricane

Don't you fret, don't assume
Get a rug, go on and get a broom
Let it rain, let it pour
Got a lot, gonna

an omen now of frailty, hanging heavy from my face
A kind of existential loneliness that struts and frets a stage
And disappears unsatiated by the rhythms