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fall right now I wanna fall
Into your arms

How could one imagine it
A whim so small?
You wish you can run away
Away from it all

We learned to ride

finna sell her throat
She finna hit me up so I could pull up I might meet her out by the boat

If I touch her arm and she don't budge, I'm on the run
I

heart weighs way more than both
Midas touch me, make me gold
Run through my head Usain Bolt
Jump up into the air and I soar
I don't really have to care

two, take a look at you

Death by matrimony!

Hey sucker,

(What the hell's got into you?)

Hey sucker!

(Now there's nothing you can do.)

A married

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

white)
It lights me up when I run into your glow

All I want is to get your mind deciphered
(Walking through the downtown with you by my side)
Draw

focus on grows i create my own storm
So I made my own happy song to perform

Let It play, Let it run
Let it go and have some fun
Let It play, Let it run

figure, it's all wrapped up in lace
That sweet scent on your neck, that sweet look on your face
Then your arms pull me into, a soft warm embrace
And my

When I'm alone, when I'm all cold at night
The smile you gave felt warm on my side
I cry, happily by your arms
Your eyes said every words
Baby it's

Harpua

Phish

Live Phish, Vol. 2: 7/16/94, Sugarbush Summerstage, North Fayston, VT

2001

Om-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-paaaaa
Fat sweaty bulldog
Stood in the sun
Stone village swamp man
Slow motion run
Tender poke police walker

Brave in the Heart

Fat Joe

Endangered Species

2001

the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'

to a tumble
The killer plunged a knife into my gut, and then he mumbled
“How ya goin’ mate”
“Wait, wha…Kegel, he’s coming to get ya”
“Run” (get ya)
He’s coming,

a place to sleep
My arms are hidden beneath my sailing skin
i am broke and fucked up and i fall in the sand
and sleeping in the warm cradle of a billion

One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!

Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)

like a dream
If only I could say
What you really mean to me
Would you run into my arms 

thought Saw a rose 
Rose made of thorns
Couldn't help myself,

Ticket

Big Audio Dynamite

No. 10, Upping St.

1986

Imported by sense, sent in the mail
Beware of the dog, I got thrown into jail

Ticket, I got my ticket
Been giving you grief, tell them to stick it

2)

I be chasin' bags I cannot give you the time of day .
Man of my word and I say what I wanna say .
Get yo bitch then put her right to bed like J

road, riddled with roadkill
Animals unknown, tempted by growth
I unearth poles of my home
Cop car sounds like a Y2K ringtone
Holiday cheer, I heat mittens

appear in your house 
Clearing it out, holiday style 
Everybody acting violent and wild 
Snatch the wife silence the child 
That's how we move, 
kill me my

will make this count
No love from my city, Nobody's Popular
Except the niggas and the
Bitches I fucked with
Work all day, go into the night shift
Holiday

your charm and pride
Disheartened by my sight (but why)
Your marked arms can't lie
Those scars from afar don't hide
A yarn is your charm and pride

some rich hot chocolate
Play some snooker too
The windows keep on fogging up
And blurring the view
By the evenings your falling asleep in my arms

BLUE RED GREEN YELLOW 
BLUE RED GREEN YELLOW

I SAW YOU STAND ABOVE THE CROWD 
FALSE PROPHET WITH A GUN
YOU DOVE INTO THEIR ARMS
ILLUMINATED BY

Mobstability

Twista & the Speed Knot Mobstaz

Mobstability

1998

Don't judge these, got you robbed, I'ma get more cheddar for my black mob
My legion is broke down into sections to run every regions
Slugs and thugs,