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Gangsta rap un' jom' rrit me kët' lloj fryme
Kur shqiptarët nigjonin turbofolk
Si do buzqeshësh me dhomët e thyme?
Mati mir' t'gjitha fjalët që po fol'
Sa

return
Like bitch we out the crime
I escape the truth, shakin' dimes
Runnin' low on patience
Thc we scent it lime
Season on my track
We sprinkle thyme hah

We the sage and thyme
Babylonian hanging gardens how we withstanding time
Mhmm
I must admit I did not come up out the grime
But I'd be dammed if my

Coriander, Rosemary, Cayenne, and Chervil
Oregano, Thyme, Cardamon, and Basil
Cinnamon, Lavender, Pepper, and Dill
"We also had some weed"
Be still

served with wine
And syrup on top with herbs and thyme
My words will grind
Like Ryan Sheckler
Like your teeth when you find out that I am better
Like your

Search mi heart
Fever grass papaya leaf
Moringa and di garlic and de onion,thyme and escallion
Molasses de deh, honey
Don't waste dem lion

like the thyme to the curry
Yes
I'm back
The more niggas drunk well
That's past
Test me in a run yes
That's right
My mama loves me and my pop believes

your married man
Marianne and me
Marianne and I

Blending like all the colours of the sea
You and I making covert memories
The scent of thyme comes

There are times, where I find
Myself lost at the steering wheel
Mother of thyme, it's my time

I don't love myself, she can't love myself
All I do is

looking for it...and I...I ain't got the Thyme
Damn, how the hell am I supposed to make this sauce?

You know they say a broken clock is right two times

seasoning like it is thyme
It be feeling like its the end times
Granny said I need more God in my rhymes
I be repping Jesus all of the time
Guess I gotta go

mine
And yes I'll put in work
Call it Overtime

Want you be my slime
We can wine and dine
No chicken wings and fries
I'm talking salmon bathed in thyme

on the griddle
Thyme leaves for a little sprinkle, time had a wrinkle
The stars lost they twinkle
Slept in the poorhouse, feeling like a minstrel
The sheep earned

soleil d'or

Before you fade,
Pale morning star
A thousand quail
Are singing in the thyme

Turn to the poet
Whose eyes are full of love,
The lark 
Soars

A soft day, thank God!
A wind from the south
With a honeyed mouth
A scent of drenching leaves,
Briar and beech and lime,
White elder-flower and thyme

a seed
Grows a white wound
Scent of thyme and weed
In her lungs
Giving live to what was rotten

She's far from home and can't find the way back
Lead this

coming
Read it in the Edda ahead of time
Head of lettuce, shake of thyme, spice
Like I said, it was the same rhyme
Spread butter up on my bread like
I

dawn flavoured with thyme
The stars are brighter tonight
Cause you contemplate them
With oceans of life
In front of such portentous beauty
The blood

that I'm the greatest
Hate it baby
Miss me with them them lines
Chefin shit
I want my chicken with the thyme
That's means I want all my green
With

time
5 Star dinner, eating garlic ribeye with some thyme
Yes he comment on my music, say he like the way I rhyme
Deadin' bitches all the time, should be

name
Of plants like thistle and thyme

He was a man of few words
He spoke very softly to me
But he would start going whenever
You asked about trees

Aight, I'm bouta get it right here
Trial and error prepare my mind, tea with some thyme
Precisely to a T with time
Great whites patrol the white

a coupon
Souplantation
Be ripe back, see you next thyme

(Yeah)
It's as Simple as the Stash I'm smoking on, I'm smoking Thyme
I done said I'm Fully Charged, I took it to the limit (Yeah)
City's going crazy