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every line
So baby, if you give it to me, I'ma give it to you
Break Your Neck and press rewind, I'm
Really missing them Nate Dogg hooks (yeah)
Really

ashed it with his new finger
The doc cut from a dead man
He told me nights were so black 
It's like you pass through the other side
And you're not

screamin' at me, no one's come to save you
I'm screamin' at the sky, please send a sign
Sooner rather than later, all the calls goin' to decline
I don't

more moment with you
A Coral hug by your thighs
times melts away
Trying some good vibes
Living some kind of new way with you
I’ll Float away with you

big I serve a big God
We in a hood near you with a big squad
If you need prayer let us know
Washed by the blood everybody trained to go
Breaking chains

the parents found out, they would just freak out

Mr Fister met a young hipster
Hippie kind of girl
He fell in love so instantly
And thought to take her out

Somebody punch me
A safe and new city by the water
Playgrounds full of happy sons and daughters
Parents still in love
Somebody punch i'm dreaming

Town I Loved So Well

Johnny McEvoy

Ireland's Greatest Love Songs [Sounds of Ireland]

1998

have burned
To see how a town could be brought to it's knees
By the armored cars and the bombed-out bars
And the gas that hangs on to every breeze

wallet



I’m haunted by constant fear mongering

A subtle kind of pressure underlying their marketing 

Sparkling under spotlights of niche targeting

as imaginations to solve the madness in our nation
Then i'll leave ya to it
But if you don't do it
I'll lead by example to assemble what might resemble some kind

Everyday I'm waking up and finding something new that you fucked up for me
Was life not enough
And through it all the only thing I see is who you

kills me to see you with another
And I was about to get my flight
From New York to this side
Of the pond, when I realised
I miss looking into your eyes

stranglehold

Do you wanna tie my hands behind my back...

She's made up her mind
Don't think I'm her kind
But there will be somebody new
And I can learn to love

been kind with these rhymes, now it's time to fuckin eat you
I be fly like an eagle, nah, Florida shit, seagull
With that iron, Don Cheadle
Drop a bomb

Just a little sad, let me tell you how I feel
Started kind of chill, but it became hard to deal
Can't heal, the struggle is way too real
Write another,

to the jungle
Welcome to the kind of thinking
That melt the world beyond and leave
Everything you love a puddle

The more I write
The more I know I'm all talk
I

the government they rule us by division
I have a nine to five but at night I'm a musician
You cant see the truth it is part of the condition
Keep a open mind then

and more
Violence and tongue kissing
Before I leave this point, I'll give you more
Explicit lyrics stickers is supported
By Tipper Gore
Al Gore's wife,

suit and ties
Trying to just get by as the mean machine goes on

I sit in my living room
Writing songs for me and you
I have given up trying to make them

like less than him, just very anxious 
Then we awkwardly talk, and he just kind of assures me that everything’s ok, everything’s fine
Then I see my

of touch and positively puzzled by the world surrounding me
I want you to take a 

Look at the light that 
watches you from afar
and gives you shelter
does

heavy metal wit a light and nicotine
Many people hate me you said I'm enemigo
I'm up in the studio I'm by myself wit no amigos
Switch they block switch

funny, she was kind
But she's not you

I've tried to move on
Believe me I've been trying
There was a waitress
Had your smile but not your eyes
Talked in

for me
What about you?
Okay
I mean, I got these posters on my Wall
I got Biggie Smalls, Mr. Christopher Wallace
Speaking flows that I never knew That