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Don (Don)
Mariah (Mariah)
(Aye!)
Mariah (Mariah)
Carey

I ain't even mad, no, not like befo'
Off with your head, now slither out the door

to believe me
Just want you to release me
I'm the son of a preacher
Ain't no angels in my head
You're preachin' snow-white
But the stain on your

GROWIN' PUNKINS'
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau

CREEPING THROUGH YOUR MIND
CREATURE THAT YOU'VE TRIED TO LEAVE BEHIND, OUTSIDE.

Shoot an apple off my head
Shoot an apple off my head
Shoot an apple off my head
Tamara I'll be dead

Jump over a railroad track
Jump over

Shoot an apple off my head
Shoot an apple off my head
Shoot an apple off my head
Tamara I'll be dead

Jump over a railroad track
Jump over

me do like my sweet little Lisa does.

Ain't nobody gonna make me sing.

Make me do the wrong damn thing.

Sticking my head in a cold cold stream, like

She keeps his
On his toes
Heads turn
When she goes
There's an orchid
In her hair

She’s complex
And she's mystic
Her clues are
Cryptic
Couldn't

dick)
And love to get get her pussy licked by another bitch
'Cause I ain't drunk enough to do that shit

Freek-a-leek
(How you like it daddy)

Lisa
And damn your sweet smile
It's like a mystery
And you know it drives me wild

So I'm waiting in Paris
With love in my heart
By the old Trocadéro

Chorus:

How you get so fine

I wanna know know 

How you get so fine

Head to toe toe



How you get so fine

I wanna know know 

How you get so

me reach that level you head'll be blown to pieces 
Parts'll be in mars and the others'll be in Venus 
Point of winning if you cant even be there

Daddy's on the back porch
playing with a blow torch
standing by the front door
Avon Ladies For the Poor
Meanwhile Mama smiles,
"Get your lover down

Sometimes it's a toe
Keep ya hand on your knife and never trust those u meet
Or u might end up dead laying there by Cadillac Street
It's so cut throat in this

on the wheel, codeine on my lips
Creepin' in the cut, other hand on a bitch
No money to count, just heads to mount
Indo' rolled up, put that ass to mouth
$uicidal

Drowning deeper in the water, life is getting harder, devil at my throat
Down a couple more rounds of coke with the crown, I can feel it head to toe

Dit voel vir my soos gister, ons het sorgvry rondegedwaal
Die duiwe het kom kos soek toe ons moeg die markplein haal
Jy het koud gekry, kom skuil

tax human, education against lies
Do it in here, you shot the K, harass you
The more Supreme made his Mona Lisas
CZARFACE loyal, stick to my guns

in the butthole

Like a pub crawl, I can make a bar hop
Two fingers snap, unhook ur bra top
Pablo by my side, we serving Narcos
Got me Preaching like

or the Mona Lisa’s silent grace
Look down at the canyon neath a red rock summer sky
Sit on a beach in Costa Rica, watch serenity cruising by
See all the places

up in a rizla
And smoke, smoke
Feel it in your belly when I stroke, stroke
This kind loving no be joke, joke
From your head to your toe, toe, toes

head to toe
Respect me
Give me room to grow
Don't expect me baby to fit your groove
Then maybe baby maybe baby maybe
I can get into you

Change her color

Deep, Deep Trouble

The Simpsons

The Simpsons Sing the Blues

1990

in dreamy-dream land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, and heard an explosion.
(Homer:

She
Came along
And before I knew it
My head was spinning
My heart beginning
To feel the way that I

Feel
When I'm in love
It's a way of knowing
A way

Well Lisa packed up her bags, got on the train
And the next stop is Amsterdam
With a friend by her side and a look in her eye
She sure knew how