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my aperon."
In the dead of the night when all were fast asleep,
This pretty little baby, oh, it begin to weep.
He says: "What little dicky bird is
Here we go again
Mama they killed another one
This is why you had to have that talk with your son
Told me people dangerous
Not living right
That’s
on top
Eighteen dollars this place belongs to the mob
Strange people standing by the parking gate
It gets even worse the more you wait
The final day is
it on
You play ball and you think you Lebron
You might spend 5 days picking a song
By then i’m on a racetrack winning along
I’m doing it right
weak,
and my faith was never stronger
The trailing skirts of God
Have passed on by
But oh how I cling on
Cos it's been a rich seam of song
at the top of my freshness
Live, get it right this is not no job
Today or tomorrow it doesn't matter
Got the stages moving on up the ladder
And stay
the one that glowed
I used to make go-karts, now rappin' is my art
Scott La Rock still lives inside my heart
Now I'm a lover of hats, I make money in
city. I|have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated|and directed from within! Our books, our music, our
the keys to the city like Kendrick Lamar
People talk, and that shit won't stop
RIP DJ Scott La Rock
Ugh, RIP Ricky, this is for you my brotha
There will
This is not my day
Everything looks like being in slow motion
I’ll try to change my fate today
My destiny today
Take a good look around
What
each passing frame where things go astray
This ain't where a saint belongs
Most days i hate to say it ain't up to fate
Might as well say so long
He pulls
How do you document real life
When real life's getting more
Like fiction each day
Headlines, bread-lines
Blow my mind
And now this deadline
day
I hope you like it
[Chorus]
Roses are red, and violets are blue
Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you
Boogers are green, and doo-doo is
What can I say? Another day round the Sun
Moving inch by inch
The millimeters scrubbed
In specific places they still leave a body hung
Fire dry my
James Brown on the sideline (cbs)
Move ho this is cashmere fuckin hands off itll pill up (cvs)
And that's how I met your mother (cbs)
And now my son is
about Voicemail bass member Oniel
Everytime me hear da song ya this is how me feel
These are the best days of my life, it's surreal (so real)
Not
We saw the summer fly by
We'll gather as the sky turns brown
We'll talk about the weather
And whatever in the day's got us down
Let's start the fire,
We're gonna have some fun with this one, ha
Let's get it!
Skin's brown but the name is Whyte, macadamia
Young prince from the Incas, next throne
about you a bit too long not to put you into a song
You'll probably laugh, but even though it's been a while
My mind will not subdue
Until this day you
it's like that
One for all and all for one
Yo, there ain't no sunshine where I'm from
So I live my life by putting in work
Everyday all day cause I
you put the real in life
'Cause this is what my dreams feel like yeah
You know you fill my appetite so
I can't stop I got a thing for you
'Cause you
Coach me, Joey yeah
My nigga Lee, I think we got another one
(I do this
I do this shit for fun by the way)
I can see this shit clear now
(The one by
for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
you to dance along
Leave something positive when
I pass on
Not just a wave sucked back by the tide
Not just a cloudy day no sky
Is it best to be
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