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1 & 2
Light that shit, let the candle burn

Feel yo thoughts
Don't hide the burden
You know you got it
By the way you move
Shake yo body
While I call

Baby, just tell me where you wanna go My driver got the low, he'll be there in a few
Take your time, you don't gotta rush on my account And if you're

gripped by Kane
One hit got me stuck
It's the hero killer: Strain!
Just roll it in a Bob
When it hits, you feel no pain
And I don't need a grabba
I could

Tap Dancing on the Highwire

Ilse DeLange

World of Hurt

1998

life's just a ball
With you by my side, love is worth the fall

[Chorus:]
So we're tap dancing on a highwire
We could go tumbling down
But something

Life's a chore
I don't feel good I'm not happy anymore
Is being loved by you too much to ask for
Now You faded from my memory
Cos you're not real

Got them Figures
Oh we coo?
How u figured
What's yo name?
I don't remember!
Niggas start anything
When they see u on top
Got the Glock
In yo Spot
Light

BLOWN
By Victorya ft. Chevy Woods

Ooh ooh

*Giggle*

Verse 1/
So blown
I can hardly see straight
Oh in my zone
Is it the weed or the way you make me

are always for the Lord, there's no other option
We are riding padnas like Sherlock and Watson
If you ever check my fruit, you'll always see it's filled

and the subs,
(BOOMIN’ LIKE K.R.I.T. SAY,  
IN THE BACK OF MY TRUNK)  
You don't really want none,  
When my speakers play the drums,
Better run, better duck,
Its

you know all you see is lights
Never underestimate the meek and the mild
We quiet but we can get real ill and wild
It's all about perception

my mind rested
My patience is thin, and you know this why you tryna test it
I hate you to death, tryna move on hope you get arrested
You left me so

yo bitch yeah her face is brutal
Is that bitch from kraft cus she look like a noodle
Ay only want a thick on my dick
Pull up with the stick
I be making

with a vision we lain division yuh
Think about it killers in the attic
Like an automatic we be bustin out out balistics
Statistics this is my cake
If you

like Osamason (AAAARGHHH)
Spark it out, we don't like the fight
Crew undead all my zombies gon bite
I won't stop till I see a new height
Prada jeans,

they shopping With me
I pay my shooters by respect, so they hitting for free
If I catch him in that whip, then I'm stopping the V
Remember they ain't

in
We can make a movie have you feeling right
Shit is like lights camera action all night
Can make you cum twice even before I lay pipe
Listening to ya

be toxic
You really suitable I'm really usable baby I only want logic
Yeah
Just want yo common sense
I know you don't want my money love is all you

on Dayton rims
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coupe De Ville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell
I bet my Caddy will

I wanna be a baller, shot caller

don’t run it by me, 
I ain’t got time to waste, I’m popping the Ace, 
Nah not with the fakes, get the fuck out my face yeah.

The way I’m running

the music bus'
Round here man they all talk same shit
Me, I got stories of my old same clique
The real don't know me cause I know how it goes
You only see me

died
I was there for her her dad commit suicide
Times I would held that knife
Yeah I'm still sad
Depressed and hurt
By my dad
Missed my games and lied

rippin' up this gas
Oh lord this bud got a bad man frassed

Out of my mind see feds and dash
Cos i ain't getting bagged with the weight in my bag
Money

glance my life is out of hand that's a given
But what if I can escape this inevitable fate with a hint of luck

So I tuck away the glock and say
To those

to starve ethics is swollen
Pin balls fall rolling cause we bowling
The universe named me ODN proving and showing
My hard drive alive gigaquads be loading