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in line Remember front row at that show? Camped out all night (got so high, Sweet Child O' Mine) Those days come back in the dead of night Those
clear, And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could HEAR; With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
Young Money nigga for sure Camped out in front your house, we just lit up some smores Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers, Snickers, and Mars
the whole scene is staged From Backyards and boulevards avenues and crews Striving in these streets camped we distributing news After the last breath stealth
No, they've given the star No, they've gift in the star So get your feet off the ground Ground, ground, ground, ground No they've camped on the star
camped out from the night before Sleepin' outside the door, waitin' in line still Tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire marshals know
killers, camped out in my bushes Then come to find out it's photographers Feds watch me with binoculars Mad 'cause a nigga gettin' popular Flex on a hoe
camped out from the night before Sleepin' outside the door, waitin' in line still Tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire marshals know
They got three in the front and four in the back of a civic Camped out all night on the sidewalk just to get tickets With their hands on the fence in
Burl Ives - Walzing Matilda Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong Under the shade of a coolibak tree. And he sang as he watched and waited till
Someone wants to blow up the planet Johnny wants to find out why Johnny did a show in St. Louis Love came through the sky. Oh yeah, they were camped
Someone wants to blow up the planet Johnny wants to find out why Johnny did a show in St. Louis Love came through the sky. Oh yeah, they were camped
one big hassle Wish I was camped out on the Okeechobee If this is the promised land I've had all I can stand And I'm headed back below that Dixie line
say "Young Money" nigga For sure camped out in front of your house We just lit up some smores Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers Snickers
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon I've camped by the Waynestones as well I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder And many
The price of gas and milk and the guy who begs for change He's camped out at the light you hide behind your shades And will the green to flash to speed
I was there in the winter of '64 When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors Three hundred miles our trail had lead We barely had time to bury our
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon I've camped by the Waynestones as well I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder And many
all these wannabes my lil' ponies These hoes camped out in the comments, always talkin' like they know me (ayy) Thick bitches in a black truck, packed
cabin By noon of second day He must have heard us coming For he up and he ran away We camped by the rocky rapids While the moon was shining bright
a scene. Cowboy camped on a bar stool, shootin' double whiskey with a longneck back, and Billy with a pool cue starring down an eight ball, lookin' at Kelly
feel like I'm fightin' an octopus (woo) Thought it was killers camped out in my bushes (brrt) Then come to find out, it's photographers (flash) Feds
drove to Cali, and camped out on the beach Got a motel and, built a house out of sheets I finally got you, my missing puzzle piece, I'm complete So
drove to Cali, and camped out on the beach Got a motel and, built a house out of sheets I finally got you, my missing puzzle piece, I'm complete So
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