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Pair of Muckalucks scraping across The shag carpet And the impending squint of First light, that lurked behind A weeping marquee in downtown Putnam
a postcard And turn my fantasy to reality A nasty stain on the carpet Perfectly matches all the ones in my bed Instead of grinding your gusset Why not give me
Now I am breathing, Now I am seeing, All the love that is flowing, Confidence is growing, Riding high on the magic carpet, Way ahead of time.
carpet or the runway I love the way you w-w-work the bitch You should be walkin' in the room With an arm of an iced out pimp like me Fine in the face
the hills in the carpet Knots in the ties that bind us So tightly to our waking lives I'll build up a house, I'll build up an army Of cellophane soldiers,
tick It's the reason I could pull up on a thick chick So fine and her ass so thick thick I told her, "Let me be your manager On the red carpet while
the bitch) Uh, cause a pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard What, when you walkin' the red carpet or the runway I love the way you (w-work the bitch)
to lend Now there's more to do Than watch my sailboat glide And every day can be My magic carpet ride A little bit of courage is all we lack So
me chasing down red carpets, and watching all my friends slip away, They're finding me out, I'm having my doubts, I'm losing the best of me.
? the dawn has left A present by the door Didn't know 'til I walked Them steps are caused to fall Life calls you on the carpet What else can
up onto the lawn smoked your last cigarette and spilled the beer on the carpet answered the phone and said you didn't live here anymore and it was
are all going home The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor The carpet, too, is moving under you And it's
rolled up the carpet in space monkey town Now leningrad is petersburg and petersburg's hell For a card-carrying monkey with a story to tell The space
walls I thank you Lord I thank you Lord above this orange carpet And the ceiling above it Who left Murph the Surf On my ceiling? Iggy Now here we
trying Just trying to crush me Do you feel stronger each time you push me, dear Did you tell your mom you carpet bombed Before you left here
'em high Sweat on the carpet, blood on the walls Nothin' can stop me, stop the applause They thought I was over, down on the floor Ain't tappin'
gotta throw it down She gon' let me fuck, counter, carpet then rug now Deep in the hundreds you lovin' the way I like the wrist Nigga say I be biting
a stylist for?) Before red carpets I was into narcotics Beatin' bad bitches, rats and all charges Black Gucci flip flops steppin' off teak Gotta get from
my house, don't wear your creps on my carpet Life of a misfit, broke nigga forfeit Four figure outfit, three course meal I put my money where my
carpet Dem don't got guns like these Dem don't got thugs like these We run these streets with trees And keys and things that sting like bees Dem
(Take 4679, part two, hour eight, hour eight) (Yeah) Heaven is a place hidden on your floor I'm falling off the carpet edge and it's a long way
the cattle as they go by the door Keeping a carpet that's so thick on the floor But hear me calling Won't you give me A free ride Hear me calling Won't
on roach-infested carpet Tiptoe in my mother's room see a dresser And felt no pressure when takin' a twenty off it Compton like a closed coffin We walk in
spokes They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood They played the Cotton Club, red carpet
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