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together
And I'm just try'na know if you notice whether
This is album for you or my closin' letters, but look
I am so attached to you, in fact
If I were

Enjoying the view 
Everything is looking
Beautiful 
Just like you
After everything that 
We been through 
I'm confident to say 
There's nothing we

lacks it
Getting black lips when we light it up and pass it
But it takes our senses, making us senseless
Useless dimensions and so many questions
Try

seen about everything but old age
And no day I aint fresh like Colgate 
No way
OJ 
Kill that beat, closed case

Cuz got the two tone Caddy with

Trust
I know that I can be a pain in the ass
It's true
But if anybody was to give me a pass on that
Baby girl, it's you
What should I do
When I hop off

fight back
I gotta get right back
To who I am as a man
I gotta stick to the plan
But everything is gonna be fair
And I've noticed that nobody even cares

As I sit in this clinic, I'm thinking bout my life
Know it's hard to admit it but I been living trife
Just got burned by this chick that I had

As I sit in this clinic, I'm thinking bout my life
Know it's hard to admit it but shit I'm living trife
Just got burned by this chick that I had

lessons
Red flags show, but I lose my senses
Keeps walls high, till I'm high and defenseless
But I stay ill, so I'm highly infections

Excuse myself, always

like it's obvious, You
The finest in the continent, I only see you with a vision of an optimist
You make me loose my common sense, priceless
But rival

girl don’t tell would you fold
Just say it’s a go
If the sky is falling down i know
I got my girl by my side
I know that I’ll be alright
Tell me babygirl

by the sound
And I lose sense of your sweet innocence 
When you say love but you know that it isn't

Baby love is difficult
Baby love is difficult
Baby

The Night That the Band Got the Wine

Al Stewart

Down in the Cellar

2000

than usual
The food looked great and it was money not glory
So when the ]clock struck eight
They began the theme] from Love Story

  
Time went by

these empty promises
And even with binoculars, it’s hard to find the common sense
Listen cock swallowers, everything ain’t chocolate
I know I blow your

I lose my senses
Why don't you escape from me
Are you afraid of hanging by the fences?

Paints me pictures I don't need
Lights the way I don't want

Blasphemous Rumours

Gregorian

Masters of Chant: Chapter III

2002

don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing 
Girl

Some have a bright future put they mind to it
But your homie said bro put that light to it
Saw that flame from the lighter counting clouds what

to be broken
Why? By myself I be thinking I'm not fly
Gave me motivation now I feel I'm the top guy
And Everything was going good and I knew it
I'm tryna

she can't stand you exist
Touchy subject but you're a natural at it
Caught putting hands where your hands shouldn't been
Now the name makes sense Mr

Senses dulled but sensitive
In the null repetitive
Line to line cement inflicts this overwhelming under-appreciation

Engulfed in forest's flames

forget it

She a brown skinned Goddess
Everything she got is
All labeled up this girl ain't
Never played the bus she just strolled by
But naw can't never

road
In a truer sense, I've been in my zone
Trying to maintain everything I know about me and the hoes
So, I've been trying to own my life in a way where

I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous

you ain't afraid to stand up for a cause
But I think that you do it just for the applause
Girl, you ain't afraid to stand up for a cause
But I think