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Fear to Tread, among the dead You dosed yourself, into this bed Syl Here I am, the one who’s broken Contemplating last words spoken Days went by, I
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
So come and lie here by my side 'cause your love it hurts so good Every time, every time Maybe I'm a fool for loving you Maybe I'm a fool Maybe I'm
punk heat I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin' that I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that Promise
Anxious Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jonathan Johnson, Alan Benjamin Thomas I been feeling so sick In the morning I can’t take it anymore
a day up in my shoes We ain't the same naw, thought I was gone play by the rules When you see me making moves please try not to look confused I came
out (Bang it out) Boy, don't "bro" me, you don't know me (You don't know me) Used to rob niggas on my lonely (By my lonely) Shout out Smitty B, that's
know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, we can make it You've got an easy way to make me cry My love for you And I can tell by the hungry way
make it You've got an easy way to make me cry My love for you And I can tell by the hungry way you look That you know just what to do We can make it,
Hey, hey, hey My love, uh huh, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my love, hey My love, hey, my
and names Master Johnson's is the plantation Where I must've slaved in the former life Cause that's my last name i love my pops But still bare a tag of shame
that neck, not playing with a full deck Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson Where my tools kept, who I be? The code name PMD
the slack i load that fifteen foot Pirogue US mailboat down Jump start my Johnson and Spread the love around junk mail Bills and birthday cards on the Last
layin' down on my floor. When the sun rose this mornin', I was layin' down on my floor. Had no sweet woman to love me, and no place to go. I could learn
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean Dominican Republic! I
of them just thought That they were right, but each was wrong I decided I would help 'em out And that they need a song Written by an outsider with no Dog in
she's fucking with the King of Hearts Good pussy, cleaning my wallows while I'm writing darts Feeling like Don Johnson, that man from Miami Vice
feeling the problems Blud I been feeling like C. Johnson I clocked what you're on now my hearts been frosting Now days man I got no options Back then I
bitches tugging on my Johnson I'm like 2Pac, I'm in the A wit Thugga Thugga Free Guwop, I share my last to wit my brothers Bring two pops, my DJ
an old, old friend Just like a used to be Well, I know by heart the words She wrote to me Oh yeah, well, well She said, "Dear Mister Johnson Please sent
know, I know I know, I know, I know, we can make it You've got an easy way to make me cry My love for you And I can tell by the hungry way you look
Det her e jo førr alle Spørsmålet e bare kor langt tebake ska vi ta det? Jo, vi kan ta det fra 88- æ og han Tobias lagde Kiss My Ass og breakdance-blad,
on the back of my bike And-a we went riding Down by old man Johnson's farm I said now, overcast days never turned me on But something about the clouds and her
that time I was working with ah, with ah, Chick Webb's band. And here's the right lyrics to that song. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson] Looking for my
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