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To the west side, that's the best side
And you don't get no badge, you just get by
Don't worry, I'ma meet you in my next life
So cold, keep a phone on the left

me
Strangled me
I stood aside
And played no part
And let him hurt me
Didn't fight him cause I knew
He was strapped
Another year went by
A hundred ways

night, half past seven
You smell like a room that I’ve never been to in my whole life
I got to know about your ex-lovers
They made a mess to leave, I bet

only said what was on my mind

I like the possessive type and baby that's just me
So for once in your fucking life, can you get a little angry

Call me

that's facts
Got a little hustle it ain't all in the ass
Know you been hurt by some dudes in the past
Fuck them girl I swear they whack
Fuck that ex don't

were so nice the second night half past seven.
you smell like a room that i've never been to whole of my life.
i got to know about your ex lovers,
they

proletario
hip hop save my life eh meu documentario

arranquei linhas e linhas do meu dicionário 
quem veve la vida ve tudo no anti horario
falo com deus sou

perfection, humans all need a surgeon
Puking no chloroseptic, stupid, stubborn and reckless
Assuming I love my ex though you know I don't Satan worship

Ayo

would never settle down never mind
I guess the heart is ahead of time
Used to keep a pair of dimes
Now I'm up here, a dime came into my life
And really

my life I swear I never take a layover
Vice city the quota
I'm too dope never sober
Ima do this s**t my way
Never left just the right way
Rolling up

Brown used to say so
I gotta pull out my stuff so we can stay low
You think you’re to old, but still my main hoe
Ehj It’s real life, aint no comedy show
I

I don't miss no ex
Don't miss no text
Saying that with my almighty chest
No matter what I do
No strings & no voodoo
Can't keep me locked down
Fleur De

I can't even lie You wasn't my type
I only called you late in the night
I called cuz you look like my ex
Ain't even say that just out of spite
If you

The Young Arsonist

Desa

Arriving Alive

laughing voices faint and distant now
I'm weary with the weight of my previous life
I want to push it from a plane and watch it crash down

Laid out side by

what do we do now?

If I see you out sometime
Can I come say hi
Or do I walk by?
And can I send a birthday text
Or am I that ex
That you wanna cut

how when or why 
So I grew up to hate surprises
c picture of an ex passes me by
c telephone memory of another life
I don't wanna hate but don't wanna

Intermezzo

Frederick-The-Great "Mister Entertainment"

Broadway USA, Vol. 1

1997

Parades, Disco Vice Cop Raids, Buggy Rides In The Park!--

We'll Just Razzle Dazzle 'Em, Even Hoc-us-poc-us 'Em,
Take 'Em By Surprise And Be A Hit!
We

I've reached my breaking point and i've had it. I gotta be free. She said my ex, he's stalking me. My confidence is beat by relationships that burn

Night Prowler

The Living Legends

Almost Famous

2000

on the left side
A room full of pride, I'm consumed by the tune applied
This fuckin' DJ is tight man
I can already feel the minutes being added to my life span

Keith Caputo (LIFE OF AGONY) - vocals, piano
Matt Baumbach (ex-VISION OF DISORDER) - rhythm guitar
Tommy Niemeyer (GRUNTRUCK) - rhythm guitar
Acey

dans le club, on s'la met
Jack Honey dans le club, on s'la met
Hommes, femmes, tous dans la même wave, tous dans la MD
Sauf oi-m, mon ex, j'la phone

can't claim a nigga, 'cause none of these niggas mine (ew)
Don't ask me bout my ex let's just pretend that nigga died
Ain't no pressure 'bout no nigga,

Oh my...
Oh lord!
Oh boy!
I was quiet
I been patiently waiting
Waiting for W.A.R. 
Now the sleeping dragon awakens
My fire breathing'll scorch

lights 
You'd pull my fucking understudy by the fall time
That little fuck up in your guts was trying to mimick me
So why'd the credits even show his name