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hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
Wybourn
Pitsmoor, Badger, Wincobank, Crookes, Walkley Broomhill, Oh!
[Candida, quoting from some book]
"I was only about eleven when this happened.
I'll be the one leavin', ah
Ten unread messages from Eil— from who?
Ugh, why should I check them? It's not like she checked mine back then
Eleven unread
little facts
"Well you know, smoking takes ten years off your life"
Well it's the ten worst years, isn't it folks?
It's the ones at the end! It's
I fell
By the side of the road
Too tired to tell where I was
(Where were you?)
I don't know...
(Where was I?)
I
I want to be your friend again
first single, released the 11th of April 1983,
chart position number eleven...da de de da! Didn't quite get to number ten, did it? Anyway, my first record
the larger limits
I'm sorry for all the grimace, I wanted a couple minutes
No more complaints, ain't even here for discussion
Cause' I don't care how your
and you spew 'em out at us, don't ya?
I love these little facts, these little facts
"Well you know, smoking takes ten years off your life"
Well it's
they're not alone?
Look, we talk about places we destined to be
Unaware of your own life's destiny
I asked this crazy dude, "Why you talking
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
on my feet, a pound of Runtz, Dior runners (woo)
My whole 'fit cost about ten bands
All together 60 racks, I got 50 in my pants
I, looked up to Payroll
not to key up my headstone your family
Can barely afford the way you did my Mercedes
From when I was 25 til about 40, I was really into taxidermy
It
I'll teach you a lesson ill bring the aggression
Your School will just wonder about your attendance
But in that time Ill be cutting your tendons
Find me
chose
The bricks that I sold
The voices I rolled
The concrete roads
Accept me as I come into your presence
[Chorus x2]
What's it all about?
Sittin in
the day it happened
Aw, you the shit Dave, you be killin' everything you did
Got the whole world talkin' all about what you did
Got your old girl talkin'
sleep
My pop-pop told me about it, remember?
Warning, a family tree with a half glass of whiskey or a pocketful of crazy
So pick your poison, sweetheart,
Tell her that I love her
And I'm sorry that's all
And by the way thank you for being so kind
If I've taken up too much of your time
I'm sorry but
forgive myself? Uh
Thank you for your patience
All these years clean and I'm still isolating
I'm sorry I kept you waiting
Shit, fuck, run that back, uh
My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work
I'm thinkin' about makin' to the 12th
Semester went by, by 5th grade I'm strugglin'
My mind was on bitches and smoke I'm not functioning
On what I need
everything about projection
See it's all about perception you be livin in subjection
Eleven whole dimensions gotta have some kinda tension
Maybe have some
you won't give a shit about anything
It's all just chemicals swirling in your brain
Maybe you should get some pills to pour it down the drain
Go back
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
yours)
Yo I'mma go for mine (so son, go for yours)
[El Sha]
My crew be in the mix, like name brand kicks
The kids that only deal wit that type of nonsense
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