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on the grate in the evening, takes the chill away fine, Cut the telephone line, the story's the same. There's a worn red chair by the window that she found
the skeeter-skeeter Rubbers worn out You can tell by the mileage meter Betty-Betty McBetty, the name of my new Chevy She snow-snow whiz-ite The color of fish scaleys
that's acid washed D.C. wore K-Swiss and Sergio {?}Vertini Girls wore tennis skirts, that was mini Spot{?}, Ewings, {?} New Balance, Fila, Nike
Why don't you love me like you used to do? How come you treat me like a worn out shoe My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue So why
able to go to the weed spot 'Cause all of the dreads would think I'm a cop If he was white What if he was white? What if he was white?
for a livin' like it was jail time It's toxic ain't it when u stop chasin' cannot take it Too lazy to plot to the top although the spot's vacant They
and save you Come and save you Trouble and trouble again It's getting worn out I'll never move from this spot On my Island of Clouds No I'll never move from
passing through What they think is missing is not It lingers for decades on end The history's still in this spot Cooped up and out of sight Kept on by
I know it's been a rough few years Fighting against the worn out tears Never give up and never look down The people that love you need you around
Gate was locked and the gang tried to hop, Hip Hop Police in the Spot, Fire away, Cuffing our fate, Book your slot, See the cashapp drop, You running
refuse to be worn down got me feeling whored out Talking to my demons but they ain't getting forced out I'ma learn to live with it harness the power core
Revealing a new door Time is worn By still flowing through more I'm reborn and Living the new norm Sliding behind the wheel Of my electric feel We're moving
This bandage, I’ve worn too long It is tattered, and dirty, and falling off This cut has yet to heal It is bleeding and weeping, and I can feel
I ain't running out lines And I ain't going for the tie spot, I'm a one of one, so fuck you mean To tell me, I ain't spinning as your number one When
Oleander and a soft spot Spider webs whipping on my face and I begin to panic Down in the tunnel you can go from innocent to satanic Down in the tunnel you
'Cause I don't want it enough To bring me back on the ground But when the world spots you And sees what you've been through They see the love tattoo That
There's a spot in my heart, Which no colleen may own. There's a depth in my soul, Never sounded or known; There's a place in my mem'ry, My
There's a spot in my heart, Which no colleen may own. There's a depth in my soul, Never sounded or known; There's a place in my mem'ry, My
open-minded like a pothead Doin' what I gotta do to keep the spot fed In the climate of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls Worn hoes, who been molested by
fourteen twenty-eight. If anyone spots The Queen of Scots In a hand-embroidered shroud We're proud Of the Stately Homes of England. Lord Elderley,
There's a spot in my heart, Which no colleen may own. There's a depth in my soul, Never sounded or known; There's a place in my mem'ry, My
the spot fed In the climate, of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle I bundle, amongst you cold mother-uckers
Tina And I got my nina boy you better be subpoenaed Walked in the spot, ice on, lights on, blingin' Someone start a fire cause it's fucking freezing I'm
fourteen twenty-eight. If anyone spots The Queen of Scots In a hand-embroidered shroud We're proud Of the Stately Homes of England. Lord Elderley,
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