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can't choose like my freewill is dead
Quiet, allow me to think by myself
Seems everyone got a story to tell
I can choose to conform or rebel
But the man

Hourglass

Current 93

Calling for Vanished Faces

2001

a pluck't Rose or fading Little fall.
Another hoasts strong armes, las Giants have
by silly Dwarfes been drag'd unto their grave.
These ruffle in rich

(come floating in)
Blowing through (blowing through) just like the wind (just like the wind)
Handsome cowboys drift on by (drift on by)
One good man stays

beds of roses that you never sent me 
Dead and buried friends with every  ghost that roams this cemetery
Please just let me leave this life and reach

ass man writing notes like we in class,
Walk by u real close so I can touch that ass,
Do u like the feeling is the shxt trash?
Bitch check one and slide

me

I took a deep breath
As the water rose
A respect the rain chose to uphold
Like I'm ready for bed
With a heavy head
Just more words that were added

Love's away!
I'd as lief that the blue were grey,

Runnels, which rillets swell,
Must be dancing down the dell,
With a foaming head
On the beryl bed
Paven

I am not ready to lose the hearts of market researchers, and i know 
I've been cold to them, but also that looking through rose glass gets me down

He gives his mornings
He makes sure I slept
And by this time, they usually find me boring
And he's an angel
And I can't find one thing wrong
When I

all my roses in bed
And I don't know if you read
Another message I sent

But now a few months go by
And now my vision in mind
Is all the same, but in

Put the doubt to rest
No more sleeping on it
Put that there to bed
She a queen
But she want that princess cut
You heard what I said
I see her cooking

so long, long
My mind is always on the run, run
I got so much baggage weighing over my head
I lay on my bed, holding the soft  teddy bear
I'm alone,

Roses red leaves on my bed
Lonely feelings held in wrong
Hands, show me yours
Mine can’t carry more
Trying, I need hope
I ain’t crying cause I’m bored
But

reside
And I laid your bed next to the roses
I cleared my best land out for you
Made sure to water every day
And in time I gave my heart away
There wasn't

again
Feels so good to have a muse again
Like it brought my heart back where the music is
Baby, I could be the Jack to your Rose on this cruise ship
Our

you can imagine. 
Imagine

It ain't a bed of roses, that's for sure
you had me tried and tested till I was crying on the fuckin' floor
what makes you

Fuck her on the edge of the bed until my sock twist
Grab the bitch by her neck like Bart Simpson
Next time got to stretch 'fore I hit though
Last time

Square Three

Buck 65

Square

2003

Buck 65-Square 3


[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist

And no-one saw the Carny go
And the weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge

I'm good like G double O-D
OG kush by the motherfuckin' oz
Hoes wanna roll with a young nigga so street
You ain't fuckin' Tory 'less you
Tryna hit

Live and Let Die

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Live and Let Die

1992

mother's walkin' around packin' a .357 snub 
And many cops dropped dead 
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head 
'Cause it's

getting done with the Mac
With these tools are pro, man, who sold you those?
Who let your ass record? Your engineer is a troll
I done rose out the hole

(Monster)

Yo hello welkom by nog 'n episode van my toksiese sigose
My nagtyd meer roses baby kom hang uit met die boses
Dokter op die doses want

on cake
I'm making bags in the bank grow
King bed when I wake and bake
Jealousy gives birth to hate
I think its raised by the flattery 
You think yall got