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to bless the 1,2's
blowing my hair back nothing to lose
but your crews and they lost back bars ago
cuz the flow is so fluidic when i spit it
that it stared

far away
....and they obey

Born free, trapped by poverty
Loaded with chains, reduced to misery
Understand; this is not a dream
Blond hair, blue eyes

pretty and she soft as a cushion
if you try to holla she might holla she tooken
and she walk like a bad bitch
talk like a bad bitch
and go and get her hair

on the hairs of my chiny-chin-chin
You don't want to begin, something that you can't fin-ish
What you partners thought I'd be gone, what's wrong
You don't like

ONCE YOU WERE IN MY DREAMS, ONCE YOU WERE IN MY DREAMS 

I SAW YOU STUMBLE ACROSS THE CORNER 

PALE BLUE EYES WITH A DIFFERENT LOOK 

YOUR GOLDEN HAIR

like a shell...
I smell your hair, oh, love, I can't believe you.
I squeeze you to makes sure you're really here
And I'm overwhelmed.

I've been waiting

seen you
and i miss the smell of your skin and your hair
and the way you genuinely care for me.
And I dont want these feelings to change
I want our love

taste
The poison on your hips
Now I'll never get away!

Grab my hair, and pull it hard
Bite my neck as we both fall
Into the back seat
Of your fathers car

there
With my fingers through your hair I just wanted you there
Making love in the tub while we kissed and we hugged
Talked about a baby boy I'ma lay

my hair there is some spray

Now it's warm, I've lit the stove
Burned my poems, feel so small
My diploma's on the wall
In the long jump - third place

hands behind your back,
wink your eye, wink your eye,
behind that angled hair,
full of hearts, full of hearts,
oh yeah you wish it was,
full of hearts,

spinnin I can
bag a hoe/ top down so my rag will show/ whatever in
the dutch purple or orange hairs its just a bag of
dro/ hit snatch wit my cackies on/

up inside,
Devour me, consume my mind.
I scream at night,
Rip out my hair,
How much more can I forbear?

I swear, this I swear to you,
From birth I

of the hill
I dress real nice, my hair looks great
I'm the kind of women
That you'd like to impregnate
You said mama, won't you take me home

One smile, shines

Pass between the in between to evidence the things unseen 
for travelers who've passed beneath
Till waxed and flaxen unkempt hair is standard 
where

blow through your hair?
Do dandelions grow everywhere?
Is there bluegrass, do kids sing?
Can you skip rocks in  a stream?

Are you dancing in the rain?

I look back to me
And what do I see
It must have been 1993
Had no other care
But the wave of your hair
And the way you wouldn't look at me

What

and I know,
you're almost perfect but still,
I'm not, I'm not, not, not

and do you make faces in the mirror,
smiling some,
and watching your hair grow.

to give
The voice is rough from shouted prayers
From the bitter curse, from despair
It's your demon lover wsho makes you weak
Who kisses your hair while you

through dublin city
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the spanish lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight
First she brushed it then

hair

I walk the wars with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain
A million times for you

I'd sell my soul for you, babe
For

stare
At the blonde in my hair
Won't let it bother me, oh
Say what you like
I don't really care
I'm doing just fine
Me and my sunshine

Oh, don't bring me

that on everything I love
The hairs on my chinny-chin-chin, my girlfriend, and my bombay chin, and my yesca
Tu familia, primera, la coloña es mi guerra

or intelligent, your case reflects it
(repeat)

Verse 1:

(Othello)
Hi-de-ho at five below
I blow through the wind like hair on Fabio
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