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I wanna help you baby
And keep your feet on the ground
I wanna help you baby
When you're feeling cold at night
I wanna help you baby
Bring you home
You got cold feet. (Yea)
Pu**y good as my codeine
I f*** her slowly. (yea)
[ I just left my old b*****;
Got some new paper.
(still doing the same
forgot
But a second guess might tell her maybe not
Hours get measured by degrees
Burning up with cold feet
She's got---nothin' bad to say
cbout her man
on
She goes cold and hot
If you like it or not
You better not rely on her coming on
Thank God for HRT
That stuff's alright by me
Fix her up chemically
Let it hit you cold and hot
All my kisses, say you'll miss it
And you can forget me
Not a flower on the wall
I am growing ten feet, ten feet tall
[Valerio]
In every city there's a flood
It's raining gangstas and thugs
Fiends drowning under six feet of drugs
In every city there's a flood
It's
take what I got coz I'll be takin it right back
[Ruthless gangsta] Cold killin
You wanna know what it's means
With the stupid dope rhyme
So once you hear
bound for Shady Grove
I went to see my Shady Grove standin' by the door,
Shoes and stockings in her hand
Little bare feet on the floor.
Shady Grove, my
kilojoules
The late nights and weekends
Our hearts only go so slowly
On a local track
So I've arranged for your
Phobias to be performed by a string
on an ocean free,
But the surface of the water ws indicating some disturbance.
The raft was hurled by an unseen source, two hundred feet, with
still be here lookin'
at the lights of Cheyenne
You stand in the sky
with your feet on the ground
Never suspectin' a thing
But if the sky were
by the heat
No, I don't talk nice, talk sweet
I let my heart bleed
Cold nights, cold feet
When I'm on a hot streak
Tall ask, tall feat
To give
Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I
Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
of 25,000 feet at an air speed of 600 miles per hour
Headphones will be provided by request for a varied program of in flight music
Have a good flight
Nah, nah, yeah
(Cake by the ocean)
Oh, no
See you walkin' 'round like it's a funeral
Not so serious, girl, why those feet cold?
We just
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
creepin' and crawlin'
Every other weekend gone until the mornin'
Sneakin' out to my dirt, dead wrong
Comin' back past dawn with the guilty mask on
And I
Take it back to the clicks seen at back rows
Take it back to the quick feet on dance floors
Take it back to the big schemes to pack shows
Take it back
So disarming enchanting smile man gone I like your style
She's alarming
Got a new car beep beep no sleep a vanishing act all weekend
You were packing
on everything he ever said
Lay him on the corner, he was laying on the bed
Seven days went by
He didn't really make it
Sister called me on the phone
Said my dad
right, yeah
Anytime temperature low, so cold
I'm thinking bout them times, oh yeah
I'm reminiscing nights we had
Pick you up and spin the Beamer 'round by
I was grinding by myself I never saw you
When they see you coming up they wanna war you
She said come alone (Hmmm) I brought my bro too
Slide through
When you left me, know you left me, by myself
Made me put my heart on ice, staying cold until it melt
How can I save you I can't even save myself
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