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I been waiting for the label to call To make they best investment You a kid to the game pubescent Shooting my shot like a mothefucking wesson They've
Embarrassed, shy and awkward Oh, poor pubescent Pete His messy heap of hair doesn't know where it wants to go His voice is up and down more than a hooker's
hoe, she ain't got no name Angels with me are real blessing Diamonds with me are iridescent Lame niggas are pubescent My bros is my fam, it's my culture
What is you reppin ' boy? Where is your weapon boy? You've been disrespecting since adolescence, pubescent boy I feel your aggression, you get upset
pubescent fawn Eazs rymes are harder cuz he writes his songs Hit my own bong- I go Cheech n then Chong Toss on her salad- spread her ass wit some tongs I
Suffocate Working to domesticate Your fucked up ways In my pre-pubescent brain With no escape From this hell I hate myself Until I fade Underneath
sexy, and it’s all new to me, And I’m confused. Pubescent Ladies: Oh Puberty, what will you do to me? I feel confused and I am all spotty Oh Puberty, I
like the outline when you ready Said this song is ass but I don't make music for no speddy Nigga, you's a bitch, your balls ain't drop yet you pubescent
four) The whiff of insurgence! The stench of intent! The reek of pre-pubescent protest! (But that's not right!) (One, two, three, four) The funk
little buddy gonna get your chance Make them pubescents all wet their pants We'll record it live And that's no jive. Hold it! Stop it! No! No! No!
are walking by staring at me pre-pubescent faces are coming a little too close i don't even remember if i have on any underwear i get up and walk away
to his suggestion Only thirteen years old, pubescent adolescent About to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson Here, stab him up, do it! Jake
Pale, pubescent beasts Roam through the streets And coffee-shops Their prey gather in herds Of stiff knee-length skirts And white ankle-socks
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame Three cheers for throwing up Pubescent drama queen You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late Scream until
Intoxication, paranoia and a lot of fame Three cheers for throwing up Pubescent drama queen You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late Scream until
can feel your burning need Your greedy greedy Fantasies are guaranteed To make my young heart bleed For you, and your pubescent blues, yes You
Pale, pubescent beasts Roam through the streets And coffee shops Their prey gather in herds Of stiff knee-length skirts And white ankle-socks But
from me I can feel your burning need Your greedy greedy Fantasies are guaranteed To make my young heart bleed For you, and your pubescent
questions I been sparkin' in sections and blessing mics with my presence Since many were pre-pubescent puberty adolescent Perhaps you need a lesson in,
Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets And coffee-shops Their prey gather in herds in stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks But
And tussles with the girls before the advent of pubescent awe and confusion Knickers thick, pasty in the roar of adolescence's dawn How innocent and cruel
much makeup on the faces of our pre-pubescent daughters? Dudes are acting macho and they don't know why A famous never-written motto is that "boys
Vanilla ice man cometh, goeth Sampling, dealing, music stolen To pre-pubescent girls appealing Re-mix record contract sealing Borrowed lyrics
Pubescent blonde. Incandescent room A Borders shop just outside of Philadelphia Wide eyed - jet lagged - desperately needing to piss I limp
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