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spitter, moss getter, bet you bitch is gettin' bitter
As a woman left at home while her man's at the titter

Home at three, claims to miss her, rockin'

Man this denim I got on
They damn near one of ones
I ain't get none of this shit off 1 on 1's
My brother swing, you know I swing
It ain't no 1 on 1

You got my heart
With your attraction, na, na, na, na, ooh, ooh

"Time's up"
9-5pm
ぬるま湯みたいな high five
どうした?
私はまだ
こんなとこで終われない

間違って 間違って

Get whole, break bread 
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live though
By some twist of energy I'm alive 
And I can't just not

got backaches
And that ain't safe
Fuck me over
That's yo face
Nigga drink Dusse
By the case
Nigga come from a
Ratchet place
You ain't my dog
That ain't

(Don't run) '014, I seen ten racks in coins
That why I think the 9 to 5 ting's moist
Can't tell a bitch 'bout the road
That's void
That's how you get

Real shit, it's deeper than rap
The feeling this gives you is sweeter than most
One hunnid', miss with the cap
"Feening" for clout, you be doing

shots, I'm as accurate as it gets
Just know that I never miss
I see it through my third eye I'm too high, I'm strung out
I had to change up my mental, we

miss you here by my side
I try to keep my head up high
Might just drown in these tears i cry
I just wish I could turn back the time
Go back and say my

like summer
I remember (I, I, I)
I remember (I, I, I)

Passing by where you met me
Shut my eyes, do you miss me?
Ever since that night turned into

you too
Free mrose soon land on the road I miss you bro hope you hear this tune
Step on my ones or I step with goons
Weed in my lungs only pass to Bruce

Behind My Back

The Clarks

Love Gone Sour Suspicion and Bad Debt

1999

Lost in love and lost in lies
Lost in.... my mind's eyes
Of all the things I've lost in life
My mind's what I miss, by far

Jesus came from my

bu mondaine
Let me hope in a ripe fruit
Blossom out from a rotten bough

Marie Antoinete, I miss you so
As a bleeding distress flow
Heartlessness

on the floor, nigga
Boy, if you trappin' in this bitch, then answer your phone, nigga
Catch me with .35, see crodie, he a known hitter
I was out there trappin'

Every Room An Ocean View

Tim Ponzek

Every Room an Ocean View

2010

old love
Telling me we're through
On a postcard from a seaside motel
Every room an ocean view

On just a little four-by-six
Space for so few words

Oh, I the wetly weak claw
led by his strong warm paw
walking the forbidden path
through high uncut summer grass
while hunters nose dive
membranes

the sound of the city
All these strangers are passin' me by
And I miss all the memories from when you were with me
Got your favourite song on my mind

a trick, a treat, a hit or miss

'Cause I need your love and your affection
To give you, to give you, to give you the time of your life
The time of your

Wooh! 

 Working days week by week
That will make me wanna drink
Every Fridays I got lit
Should I really need to quit 

Daddy miss to take a little

then
Pay that PRICE
See a opp boy that’s straight on site
I be thrilling juss like conjuring
Miss no target it's goals mans scoring
See a opp boy there

I was 
What the fuck did I become

What the fuck you tryna say
Roll me up a J
Don't try to give advice 
Only roll my way
Yeah, I'm young, dumb, broke

that shit was G-Unit
Niggas rip my swag every year
And y'all miss it
Anyway I'm in the city looking optimistic
Marble floor, high ceilings
Hit that pussy

When you're at the pot
You can lose it all off one fuck up

On the High Road and I'm
Drivin' slow with one ucker
When I tell her "Suck"
She don't say

flight,

they tried telling me that pride was a sin,
so i swallow it with lime and some gin,
blurry vision in my eyes, not a friend,
i got ego bout as high