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friend till the end my friend
My friend forever my friend
My friend till the end my friend

Are you here now, where have you been
Was this real or was it

are Pacific
My roots are Atlantic

The DMV of life
Consensus says gloomy
If you can't feel my vision
Sue me and my roomy

Need something to protect

Around the World With a Rubber Duck

C.W. McCall

Around the World With a Rubber Duck

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Good heavens! Look at them all! Half of them are sinking in the Thames! Hello! Some of our truck chaps are assisting them. Good show, actually.

got people to get outta jail 
Boobie & Logan & puppet & needing home
Right now I feel all alone 
I looked around & realize uncle Greg is gone 
My heart

Alongwaytogo

Unlinked Artist

Jazzdance

1999

quiz ya 
All about the real neccessities of life 
All about the game and all about the name 
G to the A to the N to the G Starr 
We know who we are

drawn
Since we in Philly and all
My friends are dead
I choose to walk around wit' my Uzi on
You talkin' "Bars is back"
Nigga I had bars back when
Biggie

you, show me
And when no one else hurting us, it's all me

Ho, I don't see you, where you at?
Pulling off, give the top, fuck, I love you
You my brother

Young boy you can't
Fuck with the talent nope
Neck gets wet, no sweat
This Atlantic
Money plus hard work
Are my habits dope
One day imma rule
This whole

tired of that - my whole life
Been wrapped around where the violence at, man where the silence at?
Point is you still loved me when it was never clear

Eastside LB

Twinz

Conversation

1995

them niggaz that's real
headed to the Eastside nigga you know the deal

(Chorus)
[Wayniac]
Now as time passes by I sit and wonder where it all went

in the sky
I couldn’t even tell them bye…

[CreateLadyJ]
Why goddamnit, why?
All my friends are 'bout to die!
Troy is high, Cam is far
Chris got hauled

To the gig at Che Stadium two years later
Every record in the Top Forty on both sides of the Atlantic
is written by Lennon McCartney

And finally they get into

Alone again I need my friends
To hold my hand
Come home again
Alone again I need my friends
To hold my hand
Come home again
Alone again I need my

Miles or clear skies I'm talking Waterloo
I'm talking eyes open wide and all I see is gloom
While my thoughts are racing like they're fucking

the bottle down and then turned to search for the doorway that would
By memory, lead her toward the phone next to her chair in the living room
A straight

tragic
My bands are fuckin' gigantic
Times up, you're vanished
You disappear just like magic
Patched up, in a cabin
My jet will fly the Atlantic

One time

ratio
''It's a coded message in a bottle
Inside of a shipment lost in Atlantic waters''
My cries for help weren't THAT symbolic
Y'all tuned me out for

friend
my temperamental friend
ohh ........ 

yes i love you as you are
don't be mistaken
i was only having fun
that's o.k. with me
if that's o.k. with you

was better than being alone. I met one of my best friends this way, Kelly. She was also a teenager, not homeless, but just like me. She wanted to be

loud, funny
And mad cool he kept it so real
With me from the jump, like
"Stay away from all these bitch-ass
Niggas none of them are your
Friends" Him

Assassins

Pharoahe Monch

W.A.R. (We Are Renegades)

2011

(Mind control)
Make you shoot your best friend in the face, Dick Cheney
My life is like a documentary film
Depicted in black and white, flicks grainy

Dedicated to the great Scott La Rock
RIP, this one for you, my G let's get it

Boogie Down Productions, with Premier
We gettin paid
Y'all write

SUPERCHARGED by Kwanza Jones
Ay Ay, a Merry Christmas y'all
Ay Ay, listen
I moved here quite a while ago
Chasing dreams, but I'm alone
I've made

boutta party no bullshit
Now we all coasting off potions
Horny emotions
Wet like Pacific and Atlantic Ocean
I see a booty from east to the west
I like your