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is changing away
And all of the singers have went back to stay
I thought to myself, what should i do, where could she be, how is she
Well i want to see

to
The Weeknd and Michael Jackson they're like some great singers like
At least we both beautiful and stay forever young
This I know
This I know
That's scary huh?

Artists in love
Like murals of pure inspiration
She was a singer
Her words as bright as gold liquidation
I painted worlds
My form to complement her

pockets
Smoking on tito his ass got me focus
Fuck all the ops them bitches be homeless
I ain't no singer or rapper or trapper or jacker
Bitch i really mob

Outside, serene
What can I do about it
Besides complain
If all I wanna do is outside my range
And I'm a hopeless dreamer
Breathless singer
Rarely winner

Lady crazy, I tease her by going slow mo
R&B singer, fucking like a pro, pro
Nowadays I don't really care about myself
I don't care what people say, I'm

girl I'm a singer, and if we're sipping tequila, then she's a sinner right after the show
Is it a bird or a plane, she bites the chain, Lois Lane, I like

in my room like she a singer
I could outdo your album if they see I dropped a single
Know they want my soul this shit full of gold
See them seasons

I walked in the band just started
The singer couldn't carry a tune in a bucket
Was on a mission to drown her memory but
I thought no way with all

a couple finger
She singing she's a singer
I think I hit her dinger
Red rover
Tell my girl come over
Tell her girl come over
Tell my girl move over
I pull up

you wan do me empalar
Emi international singer
Na your baby say she wan dey for bombardier
I don't want to sin
But I fit make you shiver
But on bro code

questions like
Is Pepe a Rockstar?
Is Pepe a Popstar?
Is Pepe a Singer or Rapper?
He prefers if you call em a trapper
She looking good I had to slap her
Might

notes like a singer
And she ain't thinking how you put a fat rock on her finger, damn
She has it all, couldn't tell you what's missing
A few kids, a good

that make you sad
She likes the singer from the Beatles
She likes the one who plays the drums
She keeps her house clean
take your shoes off at the door

I linger up here on my own
My finger on a thorn
My singer in control somehow
He thinks that it is my fault
But there is gold and I haven't seen it

carrying into dimness
the blueprints of my interiority

Even met a singer in my dream on a train who's acting so relaxed
in her obliquity and unrest

We only

and singers, like Cockburn
Along with and the Tragically Hip
There was this band from Moncton, they really made a splash in the early 90s
They were Eric's Trip

No need to tell me
I've known all along
How it goes
It's the singer and not the song
And I'm Mr. Right just as long as I'm wrong

And I keep running

Put the work in with a guitar
Jumping on planes like it's Qatar
She be like you are a batard
Hit you with a trigger finger oops
Im sorry I'm not singer

in the back
If she isn't then my notes are always flat
I can't really sing good, that's why I rap
But my soul's really a singer, it's a fact
I'mma

a dream it was a talent
Ever singer has a voice that fits its own unique style of music
Young Deano
Red bambino
Cool steelo
Nike freezo
Colder in this music

they get him groomed
Got a different lift off this floor you see him loom
C'mon and zoom

God bless all the fingers
The mouths on the singers
Every note

me
All I can be
Is me
All I can be
Is me
All I can be

As an aspiring speaker
Or talented singer
The point of the activity is always the same

is yesterday's News
I may fall again, I shall rise again 
Your new preaching is yesterday's News


Lights and shadows
For a singer of songs
In a game