Lyrics:
America rap again
Industry don't give a fuck about rap or what's happenin'
Fuck a Hypebeast, bitch, now who seein' me?
Nobody reports the music, this
brother you fight my baby tonight
'cause it's too darn hot
According to the kinsey report
ev'ry average man you know
much prefers his love-y dove-y
I went back and forth
Mental pictures of the hallway and the front door
Writing a report
With these things of yours
I've got your details and your
been downgraded
There's reason to run and reason to fear
And if you think that no man's truer than yours
I'm gonna give you a weather report
CHORUS
I went down division five local RCMP to file a missing persons report.
Well they looked me up and down then their eyes went to the ground, they
Know it's been a rough couple months
We apart and I'm missing you, you
You got my right mind feeling one way, only your way
See as I report I go
It’s time for me to do me
XOXO, yours truly
I know he miss this booty
But now he just a groupie
This skin is getting’ dewy
Bad bitch report for duty
on your brother
Smile for mummy, smile for mother!
I think she blinked
Well, take another!
Have you seen his school report? He got a 'C' on his report
REALLY GOING ON
WE GO DOWN THE PUB TO HAVE A PINT OF BEER
BUT THE NEWS REPORT SAYS YOU MUST BE AWARE
SAY'S THERE'S DANGERS LURKING OUT ON THE STREET
ITS
story, hope they don't report it
Everything imported
It's a matter of time 'til they find out
Yeah, you used to be his, but you're mine now
They always
on your brother
Smile for mummy, smile for mother
I think he blinked
Well, take another
Have you seen his school report? He got a C on his report
Ladies and Gentlemen
Report to the Dance Floor
Report to the Dance Floor
I feel like gettin' crazy
Do you feel the same?
Let go of your
bigger, you're bigger
He doesn't don't care what the doctor says
Whose report will you believe, whose report will you believe?
You're so much bigger
a deafening report
The flowers are all dead but I continue to win
I don't wanna be you
You've always sucked for free
I don't wanna see you
Prolific
a chore-list
What a blessing this boredom is
He don't know me very well, do he?
Report the bridge for blowup
He don't know me very well, do he?
Report
Boss
Fick nicht mit der Mafia, so sagt's der Warren Report
John F. Kennedy Attentat auf den Präsidenten
Ein Jahrhundertmord, vor tausenden
Please report that below.
Qui, dove vivi tu
E il ricordo che ho, di quelle cose che restano
Le cose che restano
Is this song NOT from APPENA PRIMA DI
In the valley the eagles soared
And heard the trumpets report
Ride over the mountains, head to the northern sea
Spreading the words like a fountain
in war that you'll report me then
Your dismay can't be cured
And at this stage
If I could, then I would, I'd help you
Rage disguises pain
to report
That's not workin' anymore
Now I gotta see if that's really what you mean
No more
I'm sorry's
No more
I love you
Baby
I need proof
Baby
alright all out of dodge (alright)
That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report (sweet)
Check on the war report; check
Appetite angel going down
II) We Are Sane
Meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
In-trays
Meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
she
and I'm never gonna let you go...
[chorus] (2x)
This time I got to get this girl out of my mind
I'm love six
It's try to report my sunshine
I wish that I
awesome, they made a report, I even got a real police uniform shirt, they felt sorry for me cause all I was left with was the dress on my back. The other
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