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that good meth, and some with salt
All ya dogs couldn't step away
I heard you fed the State information on several separate dates
Check my resume, my

Ya dig?
I can't have my Hot Cheetos without my lime
A little bit of salt, and Valentina 

I had one margarita, bagged two senoritas
And at three

Desperate to prove that I am of good use
I can't speak for you, but I know that you do the same thing
Yes, you, you listening pouring salt on the aching sting

and soft and gooey 
Dark and meaty, thick and stewy 
Full of fruit or salt and suet 
If it's cake, then I say, Screw it 

There's a lot not to like in this

have a couple niggas hate on mine
Like they just average
My nigga who asked you?
My niga who asked you?
Weird rapper I just passed you
[?] look mad

California Time

Chris Murray

4-Trackaganza!

2001

yesterday, are left behind,
Just the sound of the ocean and salt spray in my mind.

California time.

I'm driving north along the coast,
If there's

Wind may trace my trail to the seas
But fail me ultimately
Trade my ground for salt air and the sound
Of listening out loud

Bet if you got it you'd

know a joke?

3 words you were telling me
3 words, had me thinking you’re mine
Sweet dreams you were selling me
Bought em all living that lie

No I don’t

(currency)

See how I see her
In bodies of water
Until her body
Becomes one
With the sea salt?

She drips from my eyes
Until I realize she's finalized
My

I put ink to paper, never thinking what could have been said


But, I won't send a prayer that she will be mine
I, simply, can't change the Lord's

classic out of the vault
Come out of my shirt like hulk
My following cult
My bad thing she swallow and gulp
Turn your false idols to salt 
For ignoring my

the crime
I'm biding my time this world will be mine
I would leave a million corpses
Stinking, bleeding, rotting in my wake
I will be the prophet of this

Jak Pęku i Radoskór nagrywki i brechty halo
Halo kolego dawaj temat
Nawinę nowinę bez steru na minę gdzie rap jest a gdzie go nie ma
To nie wytapetowane

Cry me a river
Fill up the tub, make a bubble bath for me tonight
The salt in your tears will help my ego sleep, alright
I just made the dinner

the daisies a child left behind
As I put 'em by a tombstone pretendin' it was mine

And it's the changin' of the walls
All my favorite paintings they keep

to be wed to another

When I saw my love sit down to dine
I sat down beside her and poured out the wine
And drank to the lassie that should have been mine

of dying
promise
in the lesser
hardern
pews for that fact
smiles

stuck in the pews
death around
this is no sanctuary
for mine eyes, for thine eyes
this was

it's showtime
Action takin' yo' shine
You shook wit' a look like "Nigga what's on yo' mind"
No questions, all he know now what's yours mine
That 4-4

Salt'n'pepper burning on my lips

Yes of course, I've got a grip on my lips
When the other stop talking
But need you was popping
Lease and brase, making no

My poster on the wall
View my pictures on the magazines you store to have them all
Let me be your guiding light
Be the salt inside the wounds of your

Bound to sail these ugly seas and hear the seagull's call
Doomed to hear the rat-tat-tat of the quarter master's call
The salt wind blows the slave

Sigh

There's a heart on the wall
I'm the secret in her room
She's like salt in my eyes
We'll have fun here this time
With mine
It keeps my wounds

In fact, fuck that, I'm tired as fuck
And avoiding these puddles that seem to have gathered
Since I left mine is a little bit of a drain

(Last

Blinky Blink
Huddy Combs, Cardan all Out

There's a lot of things that been on my mine
Lately a lot a fakes been crossing the line
Tryin to take the track