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STILL HURT
Written By Wendell Hayden



Still sliding up Manchester 
Still with all the extra-extra's 
Yeah, n**** read about it 
It's still n****'s

wanna be yourself?
Cause I really really wanna be myself
You never really ever been yourself
And I never really been myself
Do you really really wanna be

In the woods near Manchester by the sea there lived a little old lady
She only wanted to be left alone in her world carefree
She had many pets they

what I get for hitting it raw, now I'm all out of luck
Cause I wanted to get back with jayla, but now I'm fucked
Knew that she wouldn't forgive me if I

No I just -I wanted to say I liked
Your butt, but I thought
That was too forward, you know

Mark: Hey, this next song is for all
The ladies in

a brown recluse when I view you all out of my 
8 corners the
Bond with I and I's enormous sir
So polite device of torment cut orbital orchestras causing

exposure i was younger
All I wanted was a crib an' a whip
Now I'm looking at bringing home
A BRIT with my chick
Fresh suit in the bitch
Looking slicker than

to the fade
(What?) leave him in bloody puddle
Then I dump him in a grave (Talk)

All you niggas really lame
You can't get with us (God damn)
Mikey kickin'

stunned 'em, run, run
Tell that, pick up your face, I'm from the slums, hun'

(All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect
(All I really

me
Plus, for me, your party's not really where I want to be
I always said I wanted more of a taste for life
More spice, more rolled dice, more

breathable textile, 
fibroid matt with blood from  
hand in torture, all that blood  
breathed by manchester babies,  
all that blood drunk by the man  
in

don't know why
God I wish I could fucking cry fuck
Wish I could change the past
If I'm really kinda being brash
I've been backstabbed
By lovers and loved

Living life 'till the end of my days
All I ever really wanted was attention and praise
I guess it doesn't really matter when ya going insane yeah
One

through this break
I'm not gonna talk to you
If you keep playing games, Yeah
I don't really care about her
But she in my brain, Yeah

And I try it all

was really all
And maybe here's the back that broke the camel with the straw
I wasn't on camera with them amateurs that they saw
But they said they

Yaow, Yaow, Yaow, Yaow
Yo, Yo
Said it's T to the I
N to the O
Yinte my guy
What we saying?
London to Manchester & back
Yo
Lemme get reds
I came round

and live my life
Got no time, I'm in London for the night
Manchester has some really fine guys
He gon pick me up in a 'Rari by nine
In a 'Rari by nine
In

to your ears or something
Bye your voices do
You believe–what percentage of people
Here–and by the way, i’m
Not setting y’all up
I’m not setting y’all up

Professional Rapper

Snoop Dogg

Professional Rapper

2015

undergrad
I'm cool and I can get whatever job I wanted
But the job you wanted wasn't all that bumping
Yeah, and I saw it quick all the flaws that be coming

'm senior Sir J Silver
Who's lyrics are just a bunch of boonies
Punch me threw the hoodie I'm just a coco looney
Who's wanted by the avalanche that's rollin

hella tight but ridicule
Their ambitions compared to my hunger is minuscule
All I been really doing is getting better ever since '02
My appearance may not

And spend it all
But in the corners of your eyes I see the blank cheque walking by
I see them whisper go ahead
Now you tease me
I wanna be forgiven and I

Yeh, Aitch, Daily Duppy, M-Manchester way, you get me?

Yo A1 I've had enough, it's time to start baggin' up
I'm not packin' drugs but man's due

I wanted you 
I really wanted
But you cant be trusted

Written by: Quindell Evans