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your nose
Dose em up till you get dozed
Pushing up daisies you will get drove
By a remote control
My body hosted by Yah
Which is my soul control
Pimpin

my living room

Set the oven to four hundred degrees myself
Perched up on a counter top to reach a kitchen shelf
It's dinner time and my parents are

Fuckin' up a bag like its on sight 
I'm fucking up that bag 

Call up three hundred cuz he got the pressure
Oh wait, we get it together
Come for my team its

modernized I record another take/ 
I'm just fortunate to paint another portrait for the game/ 
Thought I had it easy but the hustling is ruthless / 
100 Miles

Amsterdam

Rick Ross

God Forgives, I Don't

2012

a hundred mil
These boys going blind they just happy being free
In a world of so many I just wanted me a key
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice

Auld Lang Syne [Millennium Mix]

Kenny G

Faith: A Holiday Album

1999

for your country."

"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"

"Godspeed, John Glenn."

"Happy birthday, Mr.

The Very Thought of You

Al Bowlly

The Flapper Box

1993

I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed
Your picture is always in my head
I don't need you portrait, dear, to call you to mind
For sleeping

the mat
Lizard by the tail I'm an acrobat
Sexy sweat keep it drippin'
100 deep yeah we're all rippin'
Doesn't anybody work here?
Nah were all lit
Movin'

the opening scene
The plot was cruel, the plot was mean
'Happy Birthday Mr. President, you fill me with glee
How I wish you felt the same about me'!
The same

Due to loops im losing count of all the delicate days
I'm so tired of living constrained by etiquette's ways
Try to grow, been in chains by my pessimist

the stems, and placed them in a very special vase
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face
She would sit for hours, in her husband's

or need a do over
I am indeed sober once a year mid October
Sorta Betty and Veronica, a weapon plastered well framed
Portrait of America, perfection hashtag

huns on the low
We end on good terms yea you already know
Your nigga ain't happy
I fucked on his side of bed
I saw a portrait of you two together when

been thinking, a portrait by calloused hands
And if I could do it again I would but this time it would be right

Second verse
What if we were all just

comfortably live inside their house
Possibly with offspring and a spouse
If they sat for family portrait 
You could not exaggerate how still

They all sat while

than Alanis
Acting like I'm happy
As these randoms
Try to take advantage
Cuz my kindness makes me weak
Car fax can't show the damage
I hide that shit

worse is I ain't had my own worldview

Or I did, but itgot sheltered by the want
To fit in and be social, so I squeezed some puzzle pieces
I didn't fit,

Transfixed by your voice
In an illuminating encounter
Pages softly turning
As I stand before you encaptured
He captivates me with these stunning

ourselves?
Do we not love the change we seek from others?
Do we not wish that content will come
And break the walls of a society
Once held by the blocks of our

Look at all the lonely strangers in this life
Some will signal humble danger, others smile
You may just walk by if scared
Or show a wider smile

Look at all the lonely strangers in this life
Some will signal humble danger, others smile
You may just walk by if scared
Or show a wider smile

wish you knew
Is it worth a thousand torments?
Why can't I have you?
Outside my window the sky is blue
Inside my heart is, too
I may look happy cause I

Eurology

Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance

2003

on Praed Street behind the glass 
A picture process, in one hour fast
Intimate portraits of topless wives 
Flashed indiscretions, snap-happy lives

of trusting someone to make you happy
Though it's true that it's all you've ever wanted,
So you write another hundred songs, another hundred songs

ch you fool