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Did you know that I love you
We can't be tangled up forever in these strings
How small we are, ghosts of what we see
How small we are just living

how it goes"
So have I been told
By a man
Who stans
Kabul-stoned clans
THIS IZZZZZZ
How we!
Ga- get downn
Off ba-beat
Helloooo
New me!
Can't you see

a classic
The type you stop in traffic
And I don't mean to be graphic
Once I sink it like Titanic
Eurasian or Hispanic, I can't tell but girl, you're magic
In

Jack Kerouac

Brooke Fraser

Flags

2010

the last town's dust
Oh it's humorless, it's humorless

I speculate and browse the duraflame
Winter in the west coast cool
Out by the sea where no one

much vodka lemon
They can’t understand my rap
From Parioli Borough
Mix new shit all the time
To make this capolavoro
I do the basi, I try to change your

In slow motion
Can’t hide the way I feel for you,
Wanna know what this is,
Cos it’s all I care about,
Do do do do do do,
I’m doing somersaults,
When

Girl in a big cat in the hat hat sitting on her porch
She's nursing back by bottle feeding a very sick squirrel
She said she got west nile just by

on fiction brodcasted on  your palm

I can't repeat the old times searching dad in me
we never could ressent for not replying them

pressure reverted when

spent
Studying hard and learning well by rote
What we can't find by sailing this here boat

Heave away, me lads and lasses, heave away across the sea
For

West
Too much of this trade
More matches catching runaway slaves
Prisons for profit
Today don’t pick cotton
But still demand bodies
By the fistful by

a show?
Do you wanna let go?
Do you
Do you wanna play a show?

Worm is on the west coast
He can't play today
He likes to rock & roll in a loud way
The Kid

wanna come around, that ain’t the issue 
Wanna throw the traces of those cold nights 
Into the Seattle lights

I’m dead at the seams, can’t hold it

Maybe we can smoke (smoke, smoke)
We got nowhere to go (go, go)

I'm waking up to hotbox
Damn i can't see nothing
Cloudy with no sunny day
Turn up now we

stab you up like chuckey no fuckry
I keep amo by the box you get shot like a fox
Dick head twelve gauge leave holes like pocadots 
Yeah you wanna know

i am the Street
Take a left caught a case
Armed robbery
West coast rim whip
When  im rockin it
Feature free now dont
Wait til im poppin bitch

Aint

Out of State

Obie Trice

Second Round's on Me [Clean]

2006

a couple of folks reload from the West to the East coast,
Gotta get that dough, flip them bows, get back to the 'Mo like pronto
With guacemole, niggaz can't

Big City

Wall of Voodoo

Seven Days in Sammystown

1985

wakes up at night
And she, she reaches tenderly
Kisses him and holds him tight

He, he lies awake by her side
And waits for the cold sweat to dry

boogers in it
My team shine, came up from T-line
Street life, city boy
I never got it by the seaside
I've got shooters in South
And West and Eastside

end crew
And you gon wanna match my high
You be catching feelings I can see it in your eyes
Got three bad bitches right by my side
You can’t tell me

rises up in the East but poof in the west it's at the ground
I can't have my life go south

I need navigation to change direction 
So I don't turn off my

alone is freedom to me now
Picking up stones to pray to
I think me and God have the same roots
How can you call it home if you can't take it with you?

I

on the streets! 
One love for the mothers who are dying there! 
One love for the ghetto youth kids
Who are tying to meet their needs 
But they can't get no feeds!

I Rock the Gangsta Shit

Knightowl

Bald Headed Kingpin

bird fool
You'll get attacked by me and Lolo
I'm never solo
Straight out the 619
Come represent my cholos

[Chorus]
I'm goin syko mothafuckas I lost my

Rollin

Saukrates

The Underground Tapes

1999

screwed, by the system and a stiff one 

mental swollen and your manhood stolen 

wrecked and got dugout for the price of gold 



Chorus