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Witty white Whitman
With some pretty shitty, pretty white women
Who see green like night vision, night vision, night vision
It’s a shitty life from

Prodigal Son

Kid Rock

The Polyfuze Method

1993

like the skipper,

But only at night because I'm a day tripper
Twitchin-shakin,
And I kick more bass then John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot

Everybody Know Me

Snoop Dogg

Get Money, Stay True [Clean]

2007

to a lesser charge
Paul wall your next in charge s is hard rappin hard 
Dressin hard techin hard blastem like ?
I'm a bad mother I'm the only rapper know by

face 
Round hips I can't concentrate
Dancing bare feet 
All through the night

Your brown eyes, sweet smile
Red lips, sipping white wine
Ball room, dance

how long I'll go missing
Before she'll realize
I'm not coming home
With a big brown bag
Or a heart shaped box of wine

Went out for beer and kept

You make me feel like June
Yeah, you can really wine and dine
You smell like a warm summer's night
Full moon
You and me feeling good
Like we're off

sweet as wine
She will always love me and treat me right

I'll know her by the way she walks
Know her by the way she talks
That sweet little dimple

on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet and breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle, his boots were up

The Highwayman

Loreena McKennitt

Live in Paris and Toronto

1999

hat at his forehead
A bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet
And breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle
His boots

been deceiving the law?
Moving kilos like Nino brown - wow
I have seen it all, life is like a motion picture produce
By Tarantino, it's raw
Brutal but

Another beautiful night
Chilling by the boulevard
Let the moon rise up
While the sun sets down
Just me and this blunt
I'm blinded by the lights

to kiss my face in front of St Paul's
I don't think I miss summer anymore
Never before has it been a delight to walk in London'd blue night
Lit under fairy

Smokey bars playin' old guitars Night sky, singin' like the stars
Open roads, misty morning cold Night sky, singin' by the stars

Teenage boys, old string

The Highway Man

Loreena McKennitt

Live in Paris and Toronto [Enhanced]

1999

hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots

The Highwayman

Loreena McKennitt

The Book of Secrets

1997

hat at his forehead
A bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet
And breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle
His boots

Got pinned by a junior Baphomet
Nuclear winter with grace like a clown
Two left feet
Giant left feet
Business boy turn the city brown

Toothy

wine
Oh, look at us, hey
Who would've thought of ever coming this far
(Paul Rudd: not me)
Doesn't surprise me that they all find you
A little light blue,

make out with Foxy Brown
It's Monday night, so shit raw for now
(Uh, huh)
I close it up, yeah, I lock it down (Down)
Smokin' blunts 'til I'm Gangnam

me 

What do ya think 

Chorus 

We were at the ball park all day 
listening to Zach brown band play 
summer nights turned into days
singing some

the board with me, the
Scrabbull, then let them know people
Let them know but not Jake Paul
Because Jake Paul is literally (fades off)

Dan it's
Admirable,

Iakopo mugeez (R2bees) drei Ros sean a Paul

Because me love it when she backin' it up
She fletchin flippin' it up
Mi say she backin' it up
She

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She nuh easy easy time fi come by,
 have her owna money, owna tings fi go buy,
 check her round brown eyes, 
nuffa dem can't oppose, nuffa

down in ya brown tee
My hundred throwback who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell no they dont sike me)
I'm all about my cash ridin around wit

I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run