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Favorite girl from Arkansas feels so short to be six foot tall
You’re gonna be alright, because I’m here by your side
Arizona boy done broke your

A Nightmare on My Street

Kidz Bop Kids

Kidz Bop Halloween

2004

right
And we had just gotten off of tour last night
So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy
If we summoned up the posse and down watch

Let me feel this way 

I want a million little moments 
A million hours like these
With you're arms put safely round me, 'cause
it's not so scary

they say I'm gonna be best
They say J don't worry and you shouldn't be this stressed
If you use your mind it'll feel like a game of chess
This arm I

I knew it, I knew she would leave
I'm in love with the gas as high as can be
Swear I'm in love with the drugs
Remember when i fell in love with

Crush Groove
But who would have knew
These young dudes who used to be fools
Were moved by the wickedness of
The world and no clues
Now taking up they

never sleep
Prey to my god
Feel like a king
Running these tings
It feel like dream
It's all in your mind
It's not what it seems
I found a way
Follow my

through or witnessed
Still you don't want them in your schools or your kitchens
Claiming they're taking the jobs that your missing
Bro
Surely you would do

hate repeatin' myself
Truth been told, I been cheating myself
I deserve way more than be put on the shelf
Influenced by these niggas, wish you would be

of your embrace 
My world is grey coz it start spinning 
And I can't find my way 
I seem to split in 
I could just pop xans 
Ion need a plan 
To get rid

not came all this way to lose
Maybe that voice in my head said the truth
What would I see, what would I be
When they bury my body, what would I feel

Stuck In A Haze
 
I Been Going 
Through A Lot These Days


Thinking Alot 
I Be
Smoking Up
Like 3 To 5 Jays 

Thanking God For The Day
 I Said Fuck

Not Your Average Girl

Ghostface Killah

Ghostdini the Wizard of Poetry in Emerald City [Clean] [13 Tracks]

2009

clocking
Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and
Nice girl, that's clean, that was raised to cook
Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book

to make it through the spite and hate
Look for a brighter way 
Really it was night and day
The difference that your smile made since I would sleep the pain

arm
You let that nigga get right in the middle of what we had going on
You got warmer eyes than me
That speckled golden almond seas
But your hands

can I tell you, could I write it in a letter?
Put the words to music, would you hear me if I do?
'Cause sometimes when you hold me and your body drives

watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets

Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers

wanna be best, they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from in front-a
All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice

My Melody

Eric B. & Rakim

The 18th Letter/The Book of Life

1997

wanna be best, they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from in front-a
All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice

at these walls
You would find yourself in a maze(amaze)
The paths i crossed,
Survival was the way
And you think I could dissolve the hate
No

What you know

my face
Yung dead head
Drownin by the Fuckin day
Don't fall asleep
I may never wake up again
Drugged out
On these dark floors
Can't remember your name

But I would hate to hate myself
Walking down the alley
Seein junkies wit syringes
In they arm like they playin
Huh
Nurse and doctor
Shout out to my

all these scars
I never thought that it would ever be this hard
Now I think it's time that we part

Why can't I see
You're no good for me
You don't need

to the crooks
I don't book a flight
I just fly out the book
I don't give a shit what
Your parents have cooked
I got bigger fish to fry
The way Pan's leaving Hooks