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didn't have to try
She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club
I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge
She moved through the crowd in

All I Need
Music and lyrics by Susan Ritchie

Verse 1
I went looking in all the old places
Drove by our little house in town
I thought I might find

mate just the pie and the Gatorade, that's it'
Cheers

Just trying to fuel up so I can scrape by
Get my two and five in my Gatorade and pie

Hungover

This house is crowded now with questions
John's a walking questionnaire

And I could surely use a few suggestions
On how to brush our daughters hair

a crowded club 
And I'm trying 
but it never stops cause 
all I can think of every summertime 
Is you and I 

Hangin all night at a friends house 
I try

See there's a big difference between them and me
They're loud and obnoxious
You know
The type to do a lot of yelling in the crowded parking lot

holiday

The clouds are crying today
In my little house in the sky, I will stay
My mates, are coming with the subway
We'll vegetate all day, what more could

(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah

All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm

Gouda

E-40

My Ghetto Report Card

2006

the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put

a mate
Settle down in a house in the suburbs

These are dreams they gave to you
I can feel when they're not yours
My skin peels like wallpaper
In

of straw and
patient animals standing around.  The mother nods by the side
of the child.  Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks

The Ferris Wheel
We’ll skip
Then spend the night at Revolver
Pass out on my mate’s sofa
Order pizza from Lygon Street
Then pirate Pirates - Barbossa
Board

They hold the cheese, all roles are clear
Cats in the sun, the mice in fear
You're the foundation of their house
It's still a game of cat and mouse

all around 
All around


I'm sitting in my house 
When my mate comes driving past 
I almost shit my pants 
From a mighty fucking blast 


He's gone

There was a ghost in the old house
He would stay with me until the world got still
Playing hide and seek he'd talk to me
While those foundations were

Great Day for a Murder

Plan B

Ill Manors

2012

And the newspaper for me get me in such a vexed state
Kill a man with your bare hand even if your best mates
'Cause if you believe every word the press says 
You

a cell mate?
But I do know I'm never goin' straight
Ganstarism

Yeah, really tho'
3-2 in the motherfuckin' house still
Down with the motherfuckin' GP

ain't so big at all
This time tomorrow what will we see
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don't know where I'm going, I don't want

you're blocked
Then I let it phase out
But I don't wanna play house
I wanna make home
With my man by my side
So can you come home?
Come home
Everybody

year in a house that's crowded
Roach problems, never fixed at this time I doubted
Any sense of happiness happening only shoutin'
Back and forth our moms

used to run into the woods beside the house where memories were made
Just me and my mate fooling around to escape

We explored the wilderness, discovered

I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station
When Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question
Oh, is love

unique
I'm so faded off the lean
Broski got that choppa
Knock your block off
This a gangster party
Like I'm Wacka Flocka
And we known by trident
And we

Master Of The House [Les Misérables: The Motion Picture]

Helena Bonham Carter

Les Misérables: The Motion Picture Soundtrack Deluxe

Master of the house, quick to catch yer eye
Never was a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher,