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to maple hill or North Shore by the lake
Freezing at a bus stop huddled from Dec to late may
There were only a few cool places to go for us to go hang out
Dancing together with equal status
Destroyed by sexist, homophobic racists!
ELECTRO!
Kraftwerk samples, arcade machines
Alright Picture This the Party Scene
you messin wit some real O.G's,
Wit million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas,
Got a pocket full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth is that
girl (like you)
This ring here represents my heart
But there's just one thing I need from you (saying "I do")
Because I can see us holding hands
And keep our love from getting weak
We'll keep the fire burning and our love wheel turning
You can surely have my all, all you have to do is call
Because
mere infidelity by placing you at the scene?
More than a surmise, the dying of the light in his eyes since that sad night
Young boy last seen in
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
Fire's burning
Bullets flying all across the room
Got nothing on us
The fire's burning but we play it cool
Hear the sound of your voice from behind
They asking what happened to the good little boy from the suburbs
He's dead in the gutter, sucker
Yeah if life's a bitch I wanna fuck her
No rubber
Later
of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin' loogies
At the coppers that pursue me, biotch!
I be a hustler til it's over, motherfucker
Open fire
produce is like gin and juice when it blend
Scenes from Toni Braxton you'll Never Breath Again
I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty
owning the night
Geek girls rule, we make the scene
Brains and fun, we’re the party queens
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
From D&D to the club so loud
of Truth in hand
The Son is by His side
They've got the battle plan
And there's now doubt when the fires go out
Where the victory's concerned
The victors in
we're only seventeen
Ohh
Oh
We’re only seventeen
We can act out scenes from our favorite movies
And camp out in your ride
Drive all night and make love in
the world
But I ain't seen myself another girl
(Like you)
This ring here represents my heart
But there's just one thing I need from you
(Say I do)
Martin, JFK, & Jesus
Gotta be fresh
Go to school with fly sneakers
Schools with outdated books
We are the forgotten
Summers coolin' off by the fire
alive
Spastic dancing is all there is
And I realise that drinking with the Devil
Is so overrated back on Earth
Arcade machines, with scenes of home
We're only seventeen
We can act out scenes from our favorite movies
And camp out in your ride
Drive all night and make love in the morning
I'm loving
Falling from the sky
Above the messengers
The execution of the traitor
The fire of revenge
The killing of ignorance
Falling from us all
Trying to be
breeze on her face
Closed her eyes and walked into the haze
... And fade away
Taken by promises
She's just begun to feel the heat
From the fire
Burning
What yo
Just when things seemed the same and the whole scene is lame
I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains till things change
from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all those silly New York virgins by the score
Sandy the aurora is
a wound that is healing
There is a season waiting for me
There is a road that is turning
There is a fire still burning
A sickness in me
Constant pace
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