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a Deadrising boss
I can hear your heart beating loud through the hiding walls
You think you're a gangsta you're a rat secured by the cops

I was fucking with

Anne Braden

Flobots

Fight with Tools

2008

impressions
At a lesson, comfort's gone
She never thought things would ever change
But she always knew there was something wrong

Always knew there was

you're bringing up zodiac signs? Now get a load of that

Now I'm Trying to get by as the time it tick tocks
Guess while I'm alive and bored I'll just watch

Something New
(written by: Fox Sinclair, Jack Rayner, & David Terry)

Verse 1
Come a little closer, wanna get to know ya
You can put your hands up

heaven
With a scent
That drives you mad
And must be had
With just the slightest hint
I know she's there
Because the air
Is full of something fair
And I can

for yourself, you're the gold, you're the treasure

Put me to the test, I'll never sell my soul
They comparing me to boxes but I will not fold
Thought

most memorable
We look so similar, you're our greatest blessing
You already left a great impression, so fresh and
Answered one of my deepest desires

Wannabe
Wannabe
Wannabe
Wannabe
Wannabe
Wannabe
Wannabe, no
Oh no, no, no
Ha-ha
The impression that I get is that we all could be replaced
By somebody with

and just let the mind spill man fuck damn the world's a hard place everybody's
Focused on their own like it's a race I'm chilling by myself and I'm feeling

is, I'm imprisoned by impressions of depression
This obsession and deception is something that we probably ain't properly addressing
I'm guessing Lord

Grohl ass kind of drone
Get a song of your own
Smoked you with no thyroid hormone
When it's all said and thrown
I have a stone
You're grown fucking

confusing girl you're rocking my brain
I was under the impression that we'd see the shit through
But it's true that you're through, yeah,
your mind is made

really knew that you weren't into me
But I was into you, I'm still into you

So tell me something I don't know, I'm getting tired of this shit
I pray

I live life on the edge so I’m tipsy
Hopefully your comfort zone will accept me
From your standpoint I can see that you’re wealthy
Not by your purse

Do You Like My New Car?

Frank Zappa

Fillmore East: June 1971

1971

Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)

You are... you gotta tell me something... I

though?
By any means, get the money
We don't want the fame
Y'all think it's something sweet till it
Leaves you numb the same

Try to name a rapper more

can talk about?
I heard you're moving on and now you got it figured out
Well, I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy for you
Are you really gonna tell me

into my face
Every night I kind of cry, hoping nobody wakes outside
Voices in my head make me sick and really mad, I think I am losing my sanity

I Will

Something has to happen to change the direction
What little filters through is giving you the wrong impression
It's a sorry state I say to myself

What

Words

Missing Persons

Rock of the 80's, Vol. 1

1994

you realize what has been said
You look at me as if you're in a daze
It's like the feeling at the end of the page
When you realize you don't know what

a confession
Maybe you're not really in this just to be in this
You ever ask that question
But you sure act innocent
Y'all are some really good business men
Well

the way that I'm flowin', I'm doin' it so damn neat
You really thinkin' that you're slick little tick I'm the one that is not so sweet
So you see, that's

should've brought your ass home last night
Didn't you hear me say I was sorry?
I heard you say you're sorry, you're sorry and you're tired
You don't love

Yo (Excuse Me Miss)

Chris Brown

Fidel Cashflow [2006]

2005

miss
I saw you from across the room
And I got to admit that you got my attention
You're making me want to say yo

I know you're tryin' to leave but