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GIMME THE LOOT, GIMME THE LOOT
GOTTA REGROUP, GOTTA RECOUP
HANDS IN THE AIR, TELL EM' DON'T SHOOT
LESS IT'S A BALL, STRAIGHT IN THE HOOP, AYE...

1ST

Beats by Dre
Speakers imprint and her Moscato
But also a Victoria's Secret
Bra, some Air Jordans
And a baffling "teatox" drink called MateFit
(dialysis

higher,
Pulled out a capsule and asked me "a man you fuck with pills or hydro's?"
I replied no I don't do drugs I don't need none of those,
c damn fight

capsule that I forget
But can't forget manhunt running from my friends
Now life's a game of manhunt running from regret
We'd play Grounders by the swing

I get deep throat
From over seas, over mountains and trees that lays a chamber and a capsule
Locked away with the key, and guarded by Ted Lee
Inside

and our rodeos
Our Stetsons and our boots
Our stockyards where we drive our herds
From pastures into chutes
Since we were born to ride it's time to leave

We space age but we lacing ancient aliens to a track
Setting our phasers to laser while dino stepping in the back
Of the time capsule
Got them fallen

entered my mine field
Playing mind games
Rite Aid ain’t spelled right
It’s witchcraft in a pill form
These rituals they spell cast
In a capsule and you buy

Night Time

Brian Wilson

Sessions

1996

Time: 3:34 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Remixed by brad gilderman at a & m recording studios

The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for

, the air
One time for the westside, westside, let me see them
Hands up in the air, the air (what? D-Town)
And two times if you love G.O.O.D. Music
Hands

My Last

Chris Brown

My Last

2011

, the air
One time for the westside, westside, let me see them
Hands up in the air, the air (what? D-Town)
And two times if you love G.O.O.D. Music
Hands

mum I was skating so long

So long my skate board
So long my skate
Grinding that pavement to make, day by day

So long my skate board
So long my skate

distractions
my energy interacting with all the fillers and capping
Capsules of time I don’t love
Give me more peace and passion
Less of these death brackets

surrounded by these people
And so alone
The air is so cold
So cold

Ran out of time
But I came so l close
Didn't know what I'd find
And I lost control
She's

habits keep me in place
Time been going by slow
The rush helps things pick up the pace
My mother telling me to change my ways
I say, "I'm fine"
She see

spinning in my capsule
Hurtling through time and space tryna find a better place.
Fuck what a waste, I hate the taste
But i think I've stated my case
(So

this rock and many more
We'll meet upon a distant star
I've dreamt of you, ten thousand times
But haven't seen your face
And yet it feels, we've always

by the Madonna
Reborn now I dwell in Agartha
Bermuda Triangle Atlantic Ocean
From a time capsule a hand crafted potion
Sip Everclear in the lighthouse

takes
Or how much breath I'll maybe waste
I'll search this rock and many more
We'll meet upon a distant star
I've dreamt of you, ten thousand times
But

Leave the capsule if I dare
Yeah I'm a space cadet
Burned many bridges
Double digits
That I won't forget
Drugs in my system
For my symptoms
Imma end

to give a lil flavor
You mix and it's sweet
This time around took the path more resistant to feel it
That's why I been fighting my sleep
Cornered by walls

for the capsule
In time you'll understand and witness the same wreckage caused by your own hands
Lay the trap out, gather around and join by his demands

fuck with your baby momma then they’ll find a way
Not designed to play, games really aint no time to play
They’ll come by and be, cool only for