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Y'all should thank him and them and them
For doubting me and my men
Da L.A.B., try-na run D.C.
I'm Deadly, run with Azo
Woodland Ro, yeah that case

nigga Azo
Woodland Ro
Battle
Cannon
Six
Mo Betta
Snuff
Rest In Peace Swift
My artist
Mona
Shy
Da One
We try-na get it in man
EBS Entertainment
Shout outs

cubs from their den
Hidden in the woodland
The mother she watches then
She pouncess OW MY KNEES

Does it do you any good 
To see me struggle in the mud

dance when I hop out yeeh
Dancing with so many domenicans I could wish
Gotta fall in love
When I got her city on the list
It's the woodlands and we got

Adorned
Flowers in her hair
Among the woodland creatures
A girl without a care
Wreathed
Roses call to her
Around the circle of nature
She pets

stomach turns it's done
Persistent in the woodlands what's begun
(Oh)
Please catch me if I fall down
I'll catch you if you fall now
Please catch if I fall

women to me are collectible
Without the bad days you can’t recognize the good ones
Remember me and Jones was really trappin’ out the Woodlands
They label

Georgina, Georgina, beloved Georgina
My friend, my lover, and companion
For years we wandered these woodlands together
Found and home and then we

know it's just your given role
You were born to lose
As a cold wind wanders through

Forged steel carves the woodland night
Lost shadows dance in

Breath in, perhaps, at first time
Feel the power of the woodlands
These are your lands too

There is the edge of modernity
There is your Key to the Gates

and most days in winter too
We'd ride our bikes down hidden tracks that nobody else knew

The woodland hid a secret world
Where an old mill used to grind

Coming live from that Woodland Hills
Cast a shadow thrice the size, like my foot in stilts
Haters reach for heights with their foot in heels
Like

There's just one part I cannot stand
And that's the swarm of mosquitoes in the woodland
I packed and packed and it pains me to say
I forgot to pack the darn

of cancerous skies
Sunburn brings the septic tide
Out there when the gust yet dies
Churning, yearning crusted guise

The woodland cyst 
Closing the water's

I'm in the valley shaded up all in the coupe (I'm in woodland hills)
Aye Aye 
Hold on I'ma keep it a stack (Aye real talk)
Yeah I know I'm the realist
I

born
Though this woodland seemed to be forlorn

Come here, my friends, and see what`s happening
Believe it is not a dream     
See the Elves dancing

forest to the lakeside sands 
Acres of woodland dying 
Destruction at your hands 

Burning away the dead 
And the dying to make way for a fresh start

Fire! 

Burning the forests 
Sparks fly from the rails 
Ablaze in summer heat 
Prevention set to fail 

Haul water to the woodland 
Heap liquid upon

way, East Van to woodland

I like it, I like it, I like it street
I like it, I like it, I like it street
I like it, I like it, I like it street
We

Enter Blicus G. And the mystery girl 
Venture deep in the woodland world

Hovels were dotted here and there
The murm'ring woodlands
On sunshine, all in misty shroud

O' sunshine higher, in misty shroud
The statue's rising o'er

sliver fire 
Still in woodlands, stillborn wood 
Born of ash in an ancient world 

Return to the cradle of life 
Zenith of a grandiose design 
Watch

beyond the woodland path                                             
As it turns through the forest and out of sight

Chill is heat for its own and safety

Monuments of death and radio alien signals 

Time has been erased
Dreams are real
Memories are fake

Sacred monuments on Woodland Hills 
Cemetery crossroads