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strong got me by I done hit all type of strains
I had to fight for my position 
I told mama that I want it so I gotta get it 
Yea yea
I had to fight for my

academy depravity
I'm tryna get away from all the deans
Won't forget it's out the mud with the blood on my jeans
Well happily, I been wasting time till it's

it happen b
What the on about I'm at this new academy depravity
I'm tryna get away from all the deans
Won't forget it's out the mud with the blood

to me you
Is a nobody
So sorry I am so cocky
My ice oh yes it be so rocky
Who the fuck else know what I mean
Up high by routine
I’m the dean
Of the school

I can
This is my goal, this is my worth
Bettering myself while I'm roaming on the earth
Breaking these records, I'm breaking some glass
My lyrics is

James Dean

Bonnie Tyler

All the Best

1996

seen
In her wildest dreams
Blue eyes that gleam just like James Dean

She was the diamond of his eyes
And she would always be right by his side
But

Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
Ha, ha, ha (uh-huh)
Primo, check

I like to call myself the God

shoes
Hey, did you rock 'n' roll?
Rock on

Lyrics INCORRECT

Hey kid, rock and roll
Rock on, ooh, my soul
Hey kid, boogie too, did ya?
Hey shout,

Lyrics

Skepta

Konnichiwa

2016

calm, calm, calm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm

Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm
Lyrics

(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your

the effort
'Bout to get my Dean strong
My lean on
'Bout to get my scheme on
My mean thoughts
'Bout to get my theme song
Cuz he's raw
I said it then you know I

I wake up see the brightness to the dark
Trynna make it first place but I run from the start
It's my territory so I got to try and make a mark
I dean

everyone
Beach boy harmony from Brian Wilson
Lyrics by Mike Love his first cousin
Hot Rod cars bikinis fun fun fun
The British Invasion came
Then surf rock

beats produced by Mike Dean
For views and live streams
Or a lightning fast flow for cash flow
The music's never done
There's room for everyone
On this

ain't easy, it's damn hard
Then why you do it? I don't really know the answer to it
Heard some kid recite my lyrics, saw some chick dancing to it
I don't

to wrong
I carry on
©Lyrics and music written and composed by Dean Philip Brooks Sr

Inspired by Rosalia, Enrique Morento, Paco de Lucia & all the amazing Flamenco artists I learned about when I made this.
lyrics
Flamenco, it's time

Dean
She said she loves rock 'n' roll
She loves those old movies where they sing with their heart and soul
Repeating the lines I've heard a thousand

Yeah, I said I wanna turn my papers into papers and I know I cannot fold 
So that's why I gotta rap my dream, schooling y'all like a dean, these my goals

Yo, my words offend an awful lot
My lyrics are not safe to listen to
Especially for people with the Christian view
And that's not a diss it's just

Mom said she barked her shin
Son-in-law gone again
Anything I can do
She laughed no, how's by you

If I ain't leaving, then I'm already gone
That

Bob's on the radio
I'm talking to the ghost of Stevie-Ray
Down by the windmill
And Mr Tambourine man stand up and sing a little
I don't care what

and breakfast
I was lying under bushes
Eating out of cans
Waking up by the church bells
From the tower of Saint Anne's
Dean Street
Invites my weary soul into Soho

If I got a rack she holla (aye)
If she got a rack I call her (g)
Definitely won't tap no dollar (nah)
Queso in bag like Paula (Dean)
I just wanna