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or the Moon you choose,
Rap battle sing off either way they’d lose,
Tell me if I lost it all would we still make do or would you leave me for somebody leave my

matter who you are
It could be much worse, hold up, stop
Breathe in, first of all
Now I'll ask you one more time, how we doing yall
Good Morning, Good

a bad man wanna sing for you but lately you tire me all the way down to the rim of my heart you got me looking at the finish line but looking for a way

the past I didn't know I would hit the wall so soon (god damn)
Self love come first, but I'm still so obsess by the fact that we could also ball at two
Mmh

always be maintained
Niggas wanna try you but you tell me it's in vain
Now I got caught up by this brown eyed ting
Not an artist but for me she will sing

Sparrows sit. A grOSbeak
betrays itself, by that

peculiar squeak--ary EFFECT
of SLIGHTest tinkling

measures. Soundness
pleasing ... We hear!

Does

Frum da Tip of My Tongue

Tung Twista

Runnin' Off at Da Mouth

1991

of an adventurous style
That I'ma use to just confuse and smart people then go dumb
You say me style be wack cause y'all can't manifest what I be sayin 
Think I

’m not sure
Gotta be the one where you sing bout how you’re fucked over by everyone
And everyone’s the asshole? Wait, that’s all of ‘em

Taylor, word

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
New York's mine

[Jim Jones:]
Can it be it was all

a 9 to 5 for life far as I know
Hit the gym just to make me sweat
Close my eyes do it all again
(And every week we restart and it goes)
Hey Zach, you

still be with me

You see writing is a two
Way street for me
Its like a gift and a curse
And i don't know whats worse
Getting dashed to curb
Without

sleepin on me
Came up i was flippin them quarters like referees lil homie 
You cant see the stripes but i got em thas word 2 yeezy homie
New adidas on me

the single deal
cBB was at our fingers still we couldn't sing for meals
I did construction in the morning 
Pushing a broom at J Crew cus they knew my shoes

that's a part of life we all go through
You always stayed connected and visited with the fam
The last time you came through I really wanted you to stay

the good shit

But I got my windows down and I sing along to the radio
There's still two-for-one tequila at the bar we used to go
I no longer deal with

recognize it in my face hoe
They know
I'm Rare just like a 2 up on a peso
We the
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All these waves up on my body
Make me look aquatic
So exotic

heart as if I was a bandit 
We’ll ride in the Mercedes, then park it, then hit the back seat
I’ll play 23 Positions for you to sing my song 
You asked me

bopping up and down because of the realness
Thinking bout this world that we all living in
Sometimes i feel like giving up
I feel like giving in
Trying with

You makin demos, I'ma make that cream

Watch the gangsta boogie, watch the hustlers get paid
And watch all these freaks get played
Two gees from

Ugh, I can't believe it
As I'm on this train, going through this city
I'm kinda feelin mad cuz it's late and by now I should be knee deep in titties

The Pound a Week Rise
(E. Pickford)

Come all you colliers who work down the mine
From Scotland to south Wales from Teesdale to Tyne
I'll sing you

Can we keep it all behind us
Imma be honest, I wanna see you just drip like Dasani
I'm bussing & gunning, I'm not a runner
Let's not rebuttal & stop

Frozen, as the time just passes by
Have to sing the freedom cry
Of the one who holds you here

Chosen for a life you never called for.
As your body

all around like you
They make me runaway can't hold me down like you
They dont smell feel taste sound look like you (Like ya)
I could tell my kids