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thing that he had made, and, behold, it was the best thing he could do.
Finally, after sleeping the whole weekend, Leonard is waked up by his old friend
by the bedside don't
Tell me, what you know you like
Just let me find out by the way you react by the sound you
Make it's never hard though what we got
the zone where our patrolers will get round cold soul
Diddly Bo leave for feelin' a saga foretold
Who got caught pon the block for gold got the old
Heads
Woah woahhh... woah
Woah woahhhhh... woah
Ohhh... woah woahhh
Ohh
(Aye, aye aye)
I'm ridin' in the cold...
And I be riding 'round town, now, I do
who are far too old
And no-one ever told me that I could be so cold
Bombers fly at zero
Bombers fly at zero feet
I see an old man knocked
So the lone ranger rides again
I'm gonna blow by you
Like a frozen cold freight train
I'll freeze the smile on your face
Go back, hell no!
I
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
'Cause I been workin' every weekend
I been workin' overtime
Now it's time for my vacation
Havin' nothin' on my mind, that's right
Goin' swimmin' in
and white T's, my style fresh
Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it
Summertime
don't wanna live
In a world so cold, how could a fire get lit
Such a kind soul, taken in such a cruel way
Took a weekend to the farm
In your car for
Before the fire
Accept the hand given table full of question marks like the riddler
Big jacket it's the winter it's cold heart season
Bed springy and it
keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet
My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete
Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent
Secret intelligent my
children's feet
I got a team of the best producers In Brum that's RuhRah
Surrounded by masters
I guess you attract what you are
Negative energy I'll dash that
Penthouse top suite
Maserati yacht meet
Abu Dhabi site see
Life good but its not free
Louie in my soles caught cold feet cold
Red rims had to slow
passing by
Spend your weekends getting high
You don’t even care to try
You run around with other girls
'Til you’re done with that fake shit
Then you come
own can't handle it
Hand on chin to keep my head up
Ain't no time to kick my feet up
Barely get to roll my weed up
Stole my art supplies
Had to get by
Ok! If you wanna do the duck, Forget everything about rock, Suck the duck, That's right
Do it step by step, day by day, The way I say go all the way,
you I'm always home
We'll drive out to the sea
So we can wet our feet
Not a care in the world
We'll get back when we're through
Not sure where we'll go
intent on being someone
The cold and darkness of the criminal dawn
Wrapped in blankets, gotta keep ourselves warm
A child in the arms of a teenage mum
couch
That's where we slept
Time went by
My mom got better
Dad locked up
So on weekends I'd visit
But this is my story let me skim through pages
Fast
Talking about the road now
I miss that about you
Crawl up out the cold
My people dying by the roadside
Heroin and guns
Don't be talking by the blindside
You
Guess that's why it's such a cruel world
You've been working all weekend
I've been working all weekend
You've been saying want to see him
Know that it's
shoes up on my feet
Bass hard, muddy talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
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