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to be feeling
Oh what a feeling
I'm in love

Wipe away those tears
Mascara comes out in the laundry
But you don't get back the years (ahh)
That you

own cash
Gotta get up out of the city, all that I need is
A hundred bands
I'm a real down broke n***a, need a Garda to come fill up my hammer pants
I've

to control my heart so it doesn't get chill, huh
In 4 years, I'll earn a quarter mill
I know that this whole new life is a thrill
Soon I'll have to go and pay

And if you ain’t got one, come and get it from me
come and get it from me
All dressed up in the V.I.P
Saw you with your friends you were eyeing me
Girl I

drag
Don't get dragged
Or get sent to hell by my Dad
You need to wake up
I'm no longer feeling sad

That reprobate mind
No longer in the past
It's

Talk yo shit velly
Caught one lacking in the whip turned his shit into a bed
How you get out on some bond but was just sitting wit the feds
Feeling

Young Girl Bluez

Biz Markie

Biz's Baddest Beats: The Best of Biz Markie

1994

of the Young Girl Bluez

[Chorus]

As the story goes on, I get a little deeper
I got a strange message on my one-eight hundred beeper
Call me loony, crazy,

I don't get it Luke
Why cant you just give a fuck about something
You know you're not as cold hearted as you seem
It's not all about the money
Look

won't get all Descriptive just listen
What I've written will depict it
Drifted into a vivid state that's Reminiscent to when I was a kid and I depart from

(Yeah!)
Still got my ambition, it hasn't diminished, i'm driven by my intuition
Speaking my wishes, into existence, promise you we 'gon get out

to Nicaragua
Lied about the Soviets and
Lied about the Contras he sold arms to Iran
All of it was cited but plausible denial
Is why he ain't get indicted
Oli

the Land 
And that's all that I am  
Damn, you better come join this thugsta party  
Blunt smoke up in your body  
And come get high, get high 

Chorus

Lost all of my fucks, I left 'em back in yesterday
Watchin' youngin come up quickly, quick to say I made it, man
I been keeping it a hundred

the doors off the jeep
So you know
I ain't Missing
Get up in your bag Nigga
Get up out your FEELINGS
2500
Have my HITTA
Come and Getcha
If it's not about

When I be down I just sip from the bottle aye
I'm feeling so bougie I'm fucking with models aye
She throwing that ass yea she throw it full throttle

Getting faded for the night
I want to come chop life
The travel the drinks and girls, they 100 percent my type
This feeling we off the herbs everyday we

sinners hoping they get hope from me
Holding the world know that he holding me
He the potter I'm just clay and he's molding me
Satan mad cause he can't get

liquor
I ain't finna make it home, that's how I'm really feeling

Check the resume and check the stats, to come see how I'm living
I will pay whatever

You're searching for mercy
To confess all your sins
Now it's time to believe in
Now it's time to get in

Try to open your heart  
Try to clear up

stay by my side but he still wanna dunk in the rim like McGrady
Really a hooper no time for no bitches
YUNG N8 going crazy he finna go get it
Put on for

loud getting drunk, feeling down in a rut
Fucked like a doe in the middle of the woods
Yeah bruh, Surrounded by bucks
But they don't really care at all

lil' freak hate bein' sober, suck me good for a lil' weed
Bring your mouth but not your feelings, I don't wanna talk, get on your knees

Fourteen hundred

the avalanche of answers supplanted by rod and staff
And lop off branches of cancerous hobbies rotting in your past
Third get learned in insurgent discernment

provoking me to come a lil closer shawty 
So let's get naughty 
We can have a party 
Throw it in reverse and I can remote control you body 
Brain so good you