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're the pattern people

And we write those same old letters
And we sing those same old songs
And when we're tired of crying
We go back where we belong

We

the ambulances don't come
Or watch as the ones sworn by law protect us
Wrongfully convict us then call it corrections
Next, they bail the banks out when we in

God, there's one love
And I believe if I fly, we all doves
I make a way for my people to see the light
Brighter than yellow bones
Me and my microphone

not becoming duplicate, you're reducing it by moving lit
See this torch I ain't passing it
Prince of Persia Hassansins
Majority of me is passive but

Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night 
I tell myself today's the day 
The day I write that song 
The one that starts the album 
The one

a little song for her in my notes

Oh baby yeah i feel like you were meant for me 
I'll write an album about her show her what she meant to me 
And you ain't

But in reality you can’t even count to two,
Let alone write a song and that’s the truth,
Don’t understand this business you fuckin’ fools,
You doing

Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident

Life is often spiritual
I know you feel

There's need to go on safari
We could just chat where we matched at
Or you can
Send your kisses by fax
Post your hugs in the chat 
Send your kisses by fax

Nappy Heads [Remix]

Fugees

Bootleg Versions

1996

I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera

Jah Jah Congo natty dread
And he write song fi ride
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh (This train)

This train carry no oppressors (This train)
This train carry no

Long Night

Tech N9ne

Search Party

2017

So we made it by like 1:30
Still then it was plum early
When he showed it was all loving all B's up
Black bottles gonna erupt
He told us we don't

weep
But you pass me by upon the breeze into my sigh
Lighting has struck in our hearts forever
Now I will write this happy ending for you
We scream, we

think of home
I’ll write you letters and sing this song over the phone
We’re the greatest story this world’s ever known
Fast forward seven years, sit down

Girl I said you were the one baby
But I guess that I was wrong baby
All the things that we've done baby
I could write another song baby
And you said

gone
If you bout to speak on murder, lil bro please don't hit my phone
Ion know nun, Ian even write this song
This right here off the dome
I was already

Handwritten

The Gaslight Anthem

Handwritten

2012

to count?
Too many years to count

And we waited for the sirens that never come
And we only write by the moon
Every word handwritten
And to ease the loss

"I was tired of my lady
We'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording
Of a favorite song
So while she lay there sleepin
I read the paper in

I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song
So while she lay there sleepin', I read the paper in

ain't scared of a fight
Hit a new level, ain't scared of the heights
They say I'm wrong
I know I'm right
Singing my song
Ain't even write
It's all in your

We're Back

Eminem

Eminem Presents: The Re-Up

2006

it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas

the course of time all the notes that we'd write would let us feel, real, open and alive, to know that we could & call it piece of mind, completely self aware,

him on the bench?
Rico "Put him in the game" there it is ok "in the game coach" yea
Alright ok the next song we're gonna play is called "Regular" ha ha

chords
Now your arrangements give me anxiety
Your falsetto leaves me floored
And now I'm dancing by myself to a song
I've never known alone
Because
Dear