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Every song I ever loved reminds me of you Sometimes it feels like the words they say are telling our truth I put my record on And it sounds like our
a bon port I t'he escrit cançons perquè guardis Al costat del cor No caure en l'oblit, mirar enrere Salvar-ne el record Massa lliure Per estimar Però a mi
paraules I silencis que no callen Ja, adéu Els records que no s'escapen Em foraden nits i tardes Jo t'entenc I potser sona molt cringy Perquè vull
Looking at my record you’d think I’d be checkered But if you look in my heart I never saw the magic around me I never saw the man on the moon Then
somewhere Tattoos are trashy Tattoos are fun I just hope that I’m the only one That has a record, some flowers too But I’ll be honest, I’m full of white
rock and roll records I heard. I have a brother who's 10 years older, and I found some of his old records, some was 78s. The first thing I heard and also
LT El Único Oye, jaja, tranquilo esto es Full Records Pa' pa' pa' frontiarle a cualquiera (this is the mother fucking remix) Pa' pa' pa'
Even make a Jamaican man sing a happy song And I don't know what it means When they say go long, go long But I own every record by "Cheech
machine I still go to Taco Bell Drive through, raw as Hell I don't care, I'm still real No matter how many records I sell After the show or after
right cause We in the spotlight Still I hold the Glock with The wrist twist like these Gangsta shit no thanks to shit Niggas selling a million records
record straight All the needlenose punchin' is making me irate Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears Where you gonna be in the next five years?
the highway and don't care to say a word In my head, it's kinda dreamy I imagine it with you I'm alone, record on, lookin' at the sky like '92, oh And I
my Becky) She got hips Thighs supersized Salt & Paper That’s my Becky (That’s my Becky) For the record She about to get it Salt & Pepper That’s my
to And get ya up out ya ways As the record plays Put on a little something from Back in the days We are party people Dogg Pound Gangstas are party people (ya
nos corps Battons tous les records Ce soir impossible que tu dormes Laisse moi slide sur tes formes Priser tes lèvres On peut briser les règles ensemble
Where do you go when the radio's down? Who are you now When no one's around? She losing, she losing herself She not selling records, need help
work from your job as a retail clerk you're spending all the money you've saved records keep the quiet away up all night and sleep all day he said it
I remember the time When you fought for all the reasons That you had stacked in the back of your head Like your old record collection Until it went
out retail Watch it sell J-J-J-Juicy (I got a delay) (Mothers, children on the street can't get enough to eat) Juicy (Off the record issues
nothing keep score with me Give me three hot seconds I'll break Reebok records
on records Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd!" In the process I do away with all nonsense Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas The dread,
Play loud play fast and you'll never die young I got my very first record Was in an all black sleeve I Took it home to the player Turn it up till my
fingerprints Chris Tucker, Laurence Tate, Dead Presidents Dead white boys spread across the coffee table Don't know maybe I'll start me up a record label
I can't walk Iv's in my arm my wife Tomika at my legs Ruthless I mean records we got married on my death bed I can hear Jerry Heller in the hall
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