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When you're applauding your fine mind
Darker corners come to shine
The quality control I run
The filters that I use
What I've forgotten.is
and automatically
Hit a bystander, young girl named Amanda
The slugs in her back by this cat buggin no crap
Another rugrat, somebody tell me where the loves
Meet a bitch (aha), down she go (aha)
Lick a nigga (aha), head to toe (aha)
Call me pop-a-long, back strong, grab toes
Knockin' three hoes, dippin' in
a cruise in our souped-up hoopty
Dropping knowledge that is true be known
With a pull from the crone
Got a 40 in the back gonna get me on point
Be
on their backs, and they fell on their faces
The ladybugs twelve
At the ladybugs' picnic
They played jump rope, but the rope - it broke
So they just
That it's never coming back
your eyes
And I know the way they laugh
The jackals feast behind your back
Here you hide, but still they stab
In the dark I feel you die in that
door and the heart recalls everything in the first language all of the skin peeled back but there's nothing to see emotions you could never name are
And now you've got your face on the scene page seventeen wltm someone like me our back door is open to people on their knees emily don't go
yourself staring back in disguise it is nothing at all I say as I fall to the floor still I'd like to know all the things that make my freedom flow you'll
Lalalala
Lalala
Carry me away.
Lalalalalala
Lalalala
Lalala
Carry me away.
Carry me far from my troubles tonight,
Bring me back safely, in
for wood, Throw it on the fire,
And you know there is no turning back, as the flames get higher and higher
Yeah come on, I hope I did my best to do
want to go back to find
The innocent days that I left behind
I still believe they're holding ground
Behind the battle lines
If it takes a million
Freeky fries and gelata
Philly cheese, drive-through diet
Pack more weight
Cardiac, heart attack
Back on track
Grow so fat, slim, fast, slim, slow
grown.?
And the uncles all have one eye on the Rose Bowl
One by one they slink back to the den
Everybody else heads for the kitchen
You go with them
my azimuth compass I'd go by the hectograph
Up to the whaling fleet in Gilbert sound
Then back in the hull when we come around
With 100 seats and 2
me from getting taller.
Learned me the rosary and made me pray to Santiago:
I wish I wish I was back in Chicago.
Up the river to Seville I was
will
Sadistic men obsessed with death
Shot in the back, lose your breath
You say you want to help me
I know it isn't true
Useless lies behind my back
I'm not a stupid fool
I don't need a lying friend
The kind I'd
from the blacks
Killed their children to keep them back
Stole their land and shot their pride
Started up this useless fight
Riots start as whites
them, but they wouldn't dare
They'll shoot back, what's fair is fair
But the one girl you want,
is waiting right here
You spent your life inspiring envy,
But not yourself.
That's the last thing you told me,
I'm back
publishers off my back
So who the hell are you to
Come in here and spoil my party?
Well times have changed
And time sure has changed you
Don't you
I was in the closet
Sucking on my medicine
Waiting for an answer
Praying for a savior
Suddenly I heard a voice
Singing in my back yard
I put
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