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embedded I said it word Damn, you nerd man, you heard Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get Silly as Sally
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte And she walks along by the river Where you can be alone with your dreams And she
Lives and loves, and friends there in that Lives and loves, and friends there in that Lives and loves, and friends there in that small town Day
Skinny dress makeup on point Ten to midnight time to go Her friends are waiting in the car Ready to burn this freaking town Tequila shots for
found out she's got no soul, But it really doesn't bother her. White trash queen, American dream Oh, what a role model. Throwing a fit, Making
I'm in show biz Sets in the hood want me for dead So I paint my tag on they forehead Stick your little 'kay by my taggin' You can fit twenty clowns in
the way it is I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz Sets in the hood want me for dead So I paint my tag on they forehead Stick your little 'kay by
Boy, it's late, walk me home, put your hand in mine At the gate, stop and say, "Be my valentine" You are, by far, the brightest star I've ever seen,
Ridin blowin loud Don't get mad ur sht mild/ Manne, It's time to turn up b*tches reaching for da dial/ n*gga how u like me now Gettin money by
Hello, hello Today we'll be doing a reading of The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry In the December of 1905 The Gift of the Magi
Uh 1st & (1st &) 15th (15th) Woah, uh! Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
found out she's got no soul, But it really doesn't bother her. White trash queen, American dream Oh, what a role model. Throwing a fit, Making
found out she's got no soul, But it really doesn't bother her. White trash queen, American dream Oh, what a role model. Throwing a fit, Making
down Fuck with the cops in a box I'm proud Snitch real bitch got the kitchen found Now man are switching and pitching ouch my bro got lifted Now feds
in his neck And bolts in his head Simon: If it were me? Well, let me see I'd multiply pie by his height and his weight to determine mathematically
brewing in every town you can't stop the spread by sitting down they tell you one thing in reality it's another its layers that you must peel back
Words and music by John Kay I fried in the sun just outside San Bernadino Flagged me a ride in a rattletrap ford Rollin' back east to the northern
right and trouble on my other hand Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man A simple dude who can exude
Been most everywhere by now Cities grand and small Some are near and dear to me Some i can’t recall london is a fun town Paris has its charms But
on the floor Can't take it no more I'm sorry but the party's over The talk of the town Is she's going down I'm sorry but the party's over The cameras are
Heron With Preem, H.E.R. and D'Angelo, queen serving me cantaloupe Hammock low, swerve lambs on Atlanta roads Earl animal Manigault, furs lamb
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline Wouldn't bite
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline Wouldn't bite
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline Wouldn't bite
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