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hanging by a thread I rather die before I let go pushin to the max the hemi screamin hittin high notes yeah and I cut for me hermano back in time two

be wrong I ain’t ever like physics

I can’t pull my all into you
If i’m tellin' the truth
2AM know I holla at you
Girl you know what to do
No I don’t

the throne lookin vacant 
And all these rappers really fakin ii know ii cud take it .. 
Tryna bring the feelin back take it back to the basement 
This that

it's sex in the city
You whipped out that band by your mans, now he movin' iffy
Hope his family got a funeral planned if he try the dissing
Woke up every

rollin voodoo
And i'm countin buku and I got a screw loose
Drinkin pink like tutu
And my bitch like new new
Youngins cookoo so watch how you movin
I'm

These niggas is bitches we knew that
Been gettin skrilla like way before Kodak
I might slide 2 yo door mat up and flip sumn
Break his shit down like

thing, constantly movin', I hear the sound of success just around the corner
Like a bunch of angry alcoholics yellin' at each other
Stumblin' over

Pour me a shot right away 

Verse 2
Pour me a shot right away
I've been celebratin' lately 
Ooh no turnin' back no I won't do it
Ooh I'm on the go, baby

That's just my ex tryna get back, yeah
Rollin' stone, I'm movin' on, never look back, yeah
Now tell the truth, baby, and don't ask (nah)
Only 5th I

on my phone, now I'm up
I mob on a fuckin' machine
Zoom by like a muhfuckin' beam
In the cut like a movie scene
Take two steady stackin' the greens
Doing

By time you pack up and hit the road
I know it won't be easy, I know
Who said that life ain't tough and
Who says its cupcakes, and rainbows

Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city,

The Christmas Song

Charles Brown

Charles Brown: My Christmas

2013

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

I'll Share My World With You

George Jones

I'll Share My World with You

1969

Written by Ben Wilson

I'll share my world with you
Ev'rything that I own
My earthly possessions
They're no good if I'm alone
Let me give you

them
when we saw that beautiful deer by the apple trees
all i could see were ticks and lyme disease

but at the end of the day
at the end of the night

heights
Livin' it up
We're feelin' so alive

Step into the light
Every step I take, feels so precise
Movin’ up, never slow
We’re on a roll, watch us glow

The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)

Pentatonix

PTXmas [Deluxe Version]

2012

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody

start like this
New bitch is high-yellow, stay over there by Longfellow
Had a baby by a small fellow
But I never see him pull up, car mellow, uh
Smokin'

ain't even tryna get a deal
Just my team at the table, we ain't missin' a meal, nah
My homie gotta appeal
Got locked by the pigs all 'cause he wouldn't

gave me brain to my whole team so now she gon’
Suck, suck, suck
Me at the party surrounded by bitches who fuck, fuck, fuck
I’m movin’ stupid ‘cause I

Sleeping by Myself

Eddie Vedder

Ukulele Songs

sight
Oh, I'll be sleeping by myself tonight

I could never go to no one else
The hurt don't show but who knows, time will tell
I believe in nothing

thing, constantly movin', I hear the sound of success just around the corner
Like a bunch of angry alcoholics yellin' at each other
Stumblin' over

thing, constantly movin', I hear the sound of success just around the corner
Like a bunch of angry alcoholics yellin' at each other
Stumblin' over

a minute, an' see I gets the bomb tree.
Beats by the Pound shit, it sound sick, rolex, and baguettes all.
I take this out the ghetto an' live up on top.