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win, but it’s possible he might,
You just can’t be too careful, so she’s lurching to the right.
 
Rishi, Rishi, Rishi, Liz, Liz, Liz,
Tell me: Why are

started working late, never wrap up at ten
I was sleeping in the studio way before kudos
Back don't need patting from them
That's why I laugh when I see

on Liz Phair
And you lean back in your chair
Then you turn it down low
I got fifteen miles
I like it when you
Talk down, turn the radio down
I like

Mona Lisa

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter V

2018

you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like

Snail Trail

Heavenly

Red Hot + Bothered: The Indie Rock Guide Book to Dating

1995

you're coming in for more

Too late for public transport
And taxis I can't afford
Uh-oh, lift home
Your in-car CD player
Is blaring out Liz Phair
Blow

“Chained to The Rhythm,” Liz Phair, Kate Bush
Silhouetted along the Spring greys
You were insane!
But I’m the same, singing
Six-hundred-sixty-six pop songs

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural

with a gun fuck and run
Liz Phair kicks and snare
Hats and cymbals and Jack was nimble
But Jack was dim and he wasn't too quick
I reached into his pants

get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo

a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for

[performed by Liz Phair]

I don't know what you're after
Wanna know all the details of my disaster
Like an accident on the side of the road

wait till my right hand home
Not a week by that my bro ain't phoning
They couldn't live this life that I live
I miss my bros unruly soldiers
Can't fall

Yeah, uh
Y'all know what the fuck it is
Motherfucking Liz and the motherfucking Butch, ch'yeah

They ain't fucking with Liz and The Butch

The only couple
Living happily
I used to like Liz Phair
But then she got poppy
I used to like Juliana Hatfield
But she was way too angsty
I used to like Meg

Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!

your sells up bitch that's why I
had to do the switch
Had to call up queen Liz Anya
In the stu smoking on the A1 ganja
We set the rules on genre
Dressin

Bad lil vibe she act like Ice
She wanna fuck by the end of the night
I fuck with bad bitches but I treat em too nice
I know I can hit her but I don't

We Can Get Down

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it

I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never

Step into the room like I came by dimensional plane
Space princess, put respect on the name
Percieve me with your eyes wide open and your jaw agape

ting
Reloaded and Jay wants a half a six
No scales in the whip, I'm eyein' this Liz
Had O in the crib from kid like Sid
I know I'm a dopey shit
Ten buj

A cigarette in my mouth
I need to pass the time
Damn

The little liz' are gone
They're leaving me alone
They're packing their stuff
And all their shit

I can't

momma
You kno gotcha
Y’all rises us all so can’t forget by maw & poppi
Bout had a lil nephew my sister grown I love you Maya
I love all my sis got Darry

to say goodbye
You had to go you couldn't tell me why
You said something about you moving to Alaska

I'm gonna miss you
I'm gonna miss you so much
Those

they kept on jamming (why)
Its calm I don't leave here lacking I got me a pad and a pen I'm packing (I'm packing)

Me and Bro on top of the world but we