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this nigga no more
Living life close to the edge, I'm shore
She made me feel larger than life
Now, you're the death of me
I wanna die
Funny how that made

to find another me, so feel lucky you can listen for free
I'm sitting in all white seats, it's so bright like the whole thing bleached
I'm off the ground by

your life.
Оооо   оооо   оооо   оооо
You have no work,
Your car is junk,
and between us
your girl gave me funk.
Dude look at me!
My girl - she's queen.

Funk lá no morro da Mangueira
Essa menina tá dizendo sim, eu sei
Noite bamba, tudo à beça
Baião na rampa do Cruzeiro

Essa menina tá dizendo don’t

flowin' they showin' how we know that

This is not a party stereotypical nary any trope
That you would find in any average video, no
Though equivocal in

And done thunk myself
Into a funk
Man I swear this shit is bunk
Ms. Trigg please could you
Get me out my head
Then could you please
Get this nigga out my bed

what time it is
Motivated by the money and we handling our Bizz
Ridin through the city candy paint drippin on the whip
I Know niggas ridin but they ain't

here with the problems
Truly believe, I'll solve 'em
This is what I do, call me a fool, but I'm cool
'Cause I want to let the funk flow like EPMD

baby do it like you
Just in case you mistaken what I say
Make sure you abide by these rules twice a day
Got no time for shower hour Get your HAZEL LIFE

Still I feel no pain yea
The music is the medicine thats in my brain 

Yo Funk it up

Singing from my soul I gotta do it right
I’m looking through the sky

“My Energy” performed by Tidus
intro

cʼmon cʼmon cʼmon cʼmon
you know you know you know you know 
you know you know you know you know 
you know you

the work
Funk is not in your head it's coming deep from your heart
So you see it's easy just follow our lead, we will show you how to live
Step by step, i

to turn me a chef
Cook em up, cook em up (Takeover the game)
Till its nothing left 
Help
That's what they asking for
I'm by myself

cuz these niggas half stepping to win
We came from real no pretend and learned how to get it in
We them regulators like G-Funk but the new era's in

I think I lost my mind, I'm tryna find it in a blunt 
Hundred dollar eighthy to the face I'm lost in a funk
Last nigga ran off I think he's soft

think he need drum
See these niggas can't win by they self so they team up
I only want that Wocky if it's purple put the green up
Everybody got a glocky

Hello, and thank you for tuning in to Braes Records Radio
Right now you're listening to Tropical Storm by JD Fuller and Kisatrix
And Young Subway

I'm down bad again
Feel the sunlight on my skin
Breath in
Now breath out
Maybe This could be the end
Of this stupid funk I'm in
Breath in
Now breath

Jackson five, give me one more chance
Ben E. King , stand by me
L'R&B moderno e la voce di Alicia Keys
Pronti o no? come Lauryn Hill e The Fugees
Passata la

that's okay
I swear that it is my time, check the rollie, aye-aye
You know it's okay to stay down 'til you come up
Don't fake the funk to fit it with

are going down to Motown
Yeah we are going down to Motown
Let's roll to Detroit
In Michigan
I ain't got no Visa card
But still we'll be cruising

before
Dumb questions with humble answers
Followed by your double standards
I know how you'd like this to go
You'd like me to fold
You'd like me to fuck

Mind
Send to Drop The Bomb
Of a Trouble Funk kind
That's why
I never paid no mind to the work route
Songs go so long 20-Minute Workout
Mass Extension

later you'll be smellin my funk
Dealing with my enemies, fighting off the frenenemies
Moons over my hammy filling me up at the Den-enny's
One more thing