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I wanna feel like a star
(Oh baby, I'm the king of disco...)

Refren:..
Oh baby, I'm the king of disco...(x7)

III(x4):
Probably Madonna is the queen

those goons to their lords?
Why, Prince Ali

He's got seventy-five golden camels
(don't they look lovely june)
Purple peacocks
He's got fifty-three

a bicycle built for two
Could you teach me how to ride, like you taught me how to feel alive?

And not a single day goes by when I don’t wish for you
To watch

creatures great and small face the gun intended to stun

I vow to turn every child under three into nothing 
But suspended bags of bones and rotting meat

party yah shot

Yeah Yeah

Da party yah shot

Da party yah shot like a matic 
Gyal a bubble and a bum pon it
Liquor by the crate henny affi
Up in a mi cup

prince of fame and men's good will
For thee both kings and princesses do mourn
Thy noble tomb, three Cities strange desired
Foes to the cause thy prowess

For the past 3 years or so
Life's been difficult
I put my dreams on the shelf
I'm really sad
But I keep it to myself
The economy is bad
They call it

with no grave
No grave but the sea
Ride! Now the winds are a-changing
Into the breach we will sail
Flanked by the Duke and Bedford
Formidable charge

by 3 times but never stopped at the sight
as we carried that couch over head height
in the night.
Left it in a field to burn tomorrow
or the next day

Got an antique upright from Detroit, Michigan 
With story after story just waiting for a friend  
It passed three generations 'til it sat in front

Tang

When I was 33 Jesus was 25
I was working three jobs he was only working one part-time
He kept telling us to give it all away
While his gas credit

Yeah, 1.3, 7.7

T'es mon frérot, t'es mon sang, j'te laisserai pas déconner
T'as goûté à l'argent sale, t'oublies ta vie d'écolier
Commence à fumer

lulla, lullla lullaby
My sweet little Baby, what meanest Thou to cry?

Three kings this King of kings to see
Are come from far
To each unknown, with

Intro: Richie Feelings (Tony Matterhorn)
Hey hey hey Bob!
How ya doin man, yes I'm in Jamaica listenin to this?.
Boomin riddim by Mario, seen, yuh

up on it, on that ass all night
(talk to 'em Tone)

[Repeat Hook & Chorus]

[Dirtbag]
I'm in the club wit my Gator's
Bein' catered by women that's X-

heart
Breathing out is the key
Egotistical boxing match
You'll be knocked out in one, two, three
Better off heading to the street
Where the honest people

in the port
Got a ticket, harbour master strangulation left him in the shed
Shit! I fled, 39 steps, I hope he's not dead

Jehst:
From cream tea at 3

our death,
and open our hearts to new life from your breath.

2. The gifts at this table are born from the land.
The path of this meal now is led by

of time

I'm gonna stay right here by your side
Do my best to keep you satisfied
Nothing in the world can drive me away
'Cause every day you'll hear me

oh no 
one, two, three, and four, how long till I feel like myself again and 
I'd walk out that door but 
where would I go? 
try and hide from what's

One, two, three, four

We laugh till we cry
Drink way too much
Stay up and waste time
Till the sun comes up

With nowhere to go and nowhere

Round the corner, it's tricky to rock-a-bye, we can tell
Dreaming of a Sopwith Camel cockpit, your dog soars
Me and twenty-three is like shoplift from

I'mma put down my phone
'Cause it makes me feel so alone
Tired of checking on you
'Cause you always look so damn cool
Blue bikini by the pool

tryna talk loads, but if it's road best watch for your jawbone
Got a 3.5 and a Raw Cone, riding my wave, get lost in my thoughts though
Kinda mad, back