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real
No one is ashamed
Nobody flows against!
We are dancing
Trought the springs of spacing
Don't stop your trip
Rush in it
See I came to fly with you

Treating me right
Treating me great

It’s all in my head
All in my mind
All in my brain

You go away on a work trip
I go way off of the rails
Picture you

Ganksta Attitude

B.O.N.E. Enterprise

Faces of Death

that's the way I prefer
Your forty-four might do damage
But see my streetsweeper's much worse
My shotguns are cocked
Make sure you're stayin' in line

Zero

Dark

Midnight in the Patch: Tribute to Smashing Pumpkins

2001

to the second hater attack
I have a need stepping out of the line
And you are the one who will be part of my game
Behind the scenes take it all what is mine
Give

the boss just don't pay
Every image flash
For the excess cash
Every road that's leading nowhere
It's the line you follow
Cream you swallow
Hate gets

though
44, favorite president until the day I'm gone
Watch the show, from the sideline of coure
No sideline, it's my time, it's my line of course, I tell

want
Take the money and run, run, run to me
Who are you when I'm not around?
Who are you when I'm not around?
White lines, you've been working all

If you need space, take a trip|Hijack you a ride on a rocket ship|Hang out with some constellations|Get yourself some isolation, babe||If you need

lines wisely)

Not like the time you used to call me late at night crying
'Cause I like the times you used to call me late at night crying
I'm under

me a stash
Under the whip
I was in traffic about to go crash
I ain't gon' slip
I like them tits with a matchin' ass
If not, I'ma trip
I'ma go hit

wonder why
Don't trip potatoe chip, get your clientele and sell
Make as much money in a day and you'll do well
To the thugs, keep it gangsta rolling in

the bitches sprung 
That’s why in every line or any song I’m on my style is always different just admit it Im a bomb 
Shouldn’t come to no surprise Mr Shadows

WE WERE LATE NIGHT SMOKIN' TALKIN'    UK STYLE AT THE BAR
SECOND TRIP TO THE POWDER ROOM    CAME WALKIN' BACK  BOOM  THERE YOU ARE  
MUST'VE

to Las Vegas
Ooh, gigolo cool
Hanging out by the state line
Turning holy water into wine
Drinkin' it down, oh, oh-oh, ow
I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip

She's ringing my line 
Shawty gonna fuck for some handbag 
Channel or Gucci handbag 
Every-time I call , she gon answer 
She's not a 10 we can't take

being busy way too often
And working late too much
Drawing my own lines just to cross them
Letting myself down setting myself up 
I need to do what's

Higher into the atmosphere 
 
Well we took our time 
Never broke the line
In the distance 
There's a million traps designed
 
To make you trip and fall
Up

a four-letter word
 
I was dealing with a feeling like a poor boy on the line 
I was 16 years old in an A state of mind. 
I was hanging out at Playland with some

that box with bills
And I burn them t-bones on the grill
If the breaker trips and the dryer fries
We'll hang them clothes out on the line

It's

higher
blood flowing like a tap left running
little smile i could see she's cunning
white knight oscillating primal
i was booked on a trip so final

and it

to ask the first pretty girl i meet
if she fancies a trip to the west end cinema

oh will sit her in the back row
tell her what i know
listen to a whisper

letter of intention
For a trip to a love convention
I know we got it all to push on through
As far as I´m concerned I just can´t get enough of you

And if

after hit, lord be my witness
If your havin sick trips then I wanna hit this
And when I'm on their myspace and I check out their profile
I see the Bizzle

to betta yourself, or get beheaded so don't get a head
of ya self, get it, them pprs will melt and mushroom
out, you trip whenever you talk call you mushroom