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one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning, "You belong to me, I believe"
And someone says, "My friend, you'd
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to me, I believe"
And someone
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
see it's hectic, respect it
Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected
How I will beat you just like your father, don't even bother
However nigga,
The cops have stopped ten miles of traffic
They're sorry for all the delay
No need for alarm as they're waving their arms
But they'd just as soon blow you
the dice
Rollin' the dice
Keep rolling the dice
Keep rolling the dice
Inch by inch mile by mile day by day
Uncertain times
Cause different measures
I
blows
I cry!
It's not an easy road
And many see the glamour and the glitter so them think a bed of rose, mi say
Who feels it knows, ooh
Lord help me
at?"
Drop and hit the floor, down where the rug at
Posted with the bros, made it out the store
Livin' by the code, I can't break down, I cannot erode
I do me, I ain't never give a fuck about the next wave
I done seen so many entertainers come and go
So I'ma blow up while the street is like a sex
smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in walks Romeo, he's moaning
"You belong to me I believe"
And someone says, "You're in
political dreams
Not another excuse
Don't need another love song We need a love bomb
To just blow us away
To freakin' blow all the lights out
Turning night
whales do blow.
From Gale Huntington's book- Songs the Whalemen Sang. Collected
From logbook of Ship Bengal, journal of Ira Poland, 1832.
Recorded by A. L.
Riding west, New Mexico sunset
Santa Fe, Durango bound
Getting clear now, of all this trouble
Oh my mind, makes it double
Will the miles and scenery
These niggas don't want smoke ahun
And they talk like some pussy hoes uh huh
Got the dick on the Draco no drums
Blow the smoke at you pussy hoes for
Miles Davis blows his horn,
When Ravi Shankar plays
It's all down home
But it's all meat on the same bone
It's all meat on just one bone
When Erkel
of my shoes
Just play by the rose and
That everything on cool
Don't play with no money people lack in a
Woke up in a club and they packin' a two
Then they
hoes
I keep a bunch of chicks tryna blow my fuckin' stick
And now you lookin' at the kid, like, how the fuck you do this
Damn, we are not the same
I
Pennsylvania, Boston, Buffalo, Delaware, Oakland, Little Rock, c'mon!
[Verse 2]
You see it's hectic, respect it
Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected
a paramedic
Beat it down what she begging for
(Down, down)
Now, when a real nigga in it, monsoons ensue
Blow her mind typhoons flood out the room
Coast guard
that boy shit back, catch a nigga blow his shit out (bitch)
Don't make me get out
Doo-wop and Skill'll pull 'em clips out
Lil' bro made 'em shut
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
got miles and miles to go before I sleep
Before I can feel anything, before I'm free
I got miles and miles to go before I sleep
Wind blows, covers
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