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that I'm out of line
For speaking out for what is mine
I'd like to see you do just fine
But look at what you wear
And the way you cut your hair
on cologne
I won't sit by the phone for you
Annie, keep reminding me
That he cut out my heart like a paper doll
Sally, tell me once again
How he set me
Hop in the Bentley this shit is a race
Cop me a foreign it's more like a rafe
I'm smokin' exotic don't care about the taste Stay out the club and go
wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip
Mc's who front, I'ma gonna bust your shit
I wonder do you love it enough
I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never
I wanna set off alarms, deal out the cards
Smoke cuban cigars and get kicked out of bars before two
But only if it's with you
I wanna drive down
different
The morning has come and it's time to go to the station
How could he face another day
Walking through the door he here's a voice call out
It said
Eins, zwei, drei, alle
Ooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker
stepping out of line,
Everyone's agreed that everything will turn out fine.
Moving through the city, making all the rounds,
Trying different places, didn't
Do do-do-do-do-do-do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do, do
Let's do hard drugs
Fix our problems
Let me swing by
Tears in my eyes
She cut me like a piece
out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you’re my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
I
Why'd you always try to fuck with my head?
You mocked my haircut again
So I got some scissors and cut it off
And now I can't go out in public
I
by the cut of your smile
That the answer would be simple
It still took you a while to get it out of me
I thought you'd do it easily
Just put your
"Gary Numan's Porsche Lyrics
In a half-faced mask made of tinted glass
Walking streets of creased wet concrete
where her curse [attacks] sometime
by
the yams?)
The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor (Pryor, Pryor, Pryor, Pryor)
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
24/7, 365 days times two, I was
the young man lived with
His mother the girl said
Take your dagger and cut
Out your mother's heart
And bring it to me and I will marry you
Well this made
I wish out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And I cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry with a thread
And when white
chicken wings
Three times for my girls in the beauty shop
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how
to eat
Now don't think me rude
But that dress is so low cut
Your navel is sticking out
And not that I'm curious
But seeing how low yours is
I wonder
I lived on a farm out in Iowa I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay
Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free heard the Oregon timber callin' me
cut to pieces by the sound of every breath you take
Swimming through a sea of hurt
My life, my pride is stronger
Forfeit the game
Before somebody
gang it's the movement
I was raised by some niggas dats really ruthless
Who gone beat me I'm undisputed
Lean do some to me it's temperpedic
We want moore
Eins, zwei, drei, alle
Ooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
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