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and they controlled by the fuckin' money
But, I come from nothin', and for that right reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout goin' back to nothin'
And, it heart

you move
It's the way that you touch
Girl you've got my heart
You've got my heart by the strings

By your side
I wear my heart on my sleeve
You stand

flames, I'm the fireman
I'll play your strings like a Violin
Leave you stretched like I'm ironing, pressed like I'm ironing
I'm saying bye to my side ting

own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that

on the
Strings of my heart
Just like you're
Playing a guitar
I'll follow you to
Where you are
Further than
Anyone by far

Further than
Anyone by far

Further than

to all the real DJs out there
Cause I don't send my music
To no garbage DJs they get me
Woop-woop, that's the sound of da police
Woop-woop, that's

and crazy people, my friends
Those good and crazy people, my married friends
And that's what it's all about, isn't it?
That's what it's really about

only by the acapella of my heartbeat and having to learn how to dance in the descent
Grateful that repent isn't on the top of my to-do list
And as I fall

on that)
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'll build my own empire to give to my kids, my nigga
(I stand

better
You better
I can't live without her
Oh there's something about her
Pull me by my strings
Like candy from a baby
She tricked me out my Mercedes
Still

the gin and the madness
on my lips, and in my eyes well
I can't help that I wanna see you again.
But it takes two to start a string-a-long song
And only

with all my boys, you know I'm sayin'?
Yo, turning mad chicks (cyaan', run back ah her all the while, you know?) (check it deep)
Turning everybody

Straight up man, you got pussy nigga problems
Sho’ man ain’t nuthin’ but a G thang
I can see your G string nigga you soft
And that’s what the streets saying

Sophisticated Lady

Mya

Moodring

2003

Take control (control)
Control of you (of you)
You do what
I tell you to (mmh)
I'm ya momma (don't call me by my name)
Let's play house (that

St. Louis Blues [DVD]

Bessie Smith

The Ultimate Collection

2005

I hate's to see that evenin' sun go down
Hate's to see that evenin' sun go down
'Cause my baby she done left this town

If I feel tomorrow like I

I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys

Jack O'Rion

Fairport Convention

Paper Sleeve Box

2007

cheek and chin
And tousled is that yellow hair that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my hand
The wind

and prejudice it was
Murder she wrote
They don't want justice they just wanna string you up white boy
Cuz you won the fight boy
Defending your life boy
I heard

Ugh, all the other boys served that sour
They call me T-Raww served that raw
All I do is make crack inside their heart
I keep 'em comin' back
I'm

tunes for my boys in the bimmer
Call that music for the bond
I'm Hans Zimmer
Got the game at my fingertips
Rest of the scene on strings, like violins
I

love the strings



He gave to me a silver gem

Bound fast by a silver chain

He said to keep it by my heart

cnd there is still remains

The light is

Wanna fight with me
Can't wear Valentino
Still Icy
You see that my money so sick got a dream bro
Coppin' the Lexus, swerve out of the street
Woah
Chasin'

Wanna fight with me
Can't wear Valentino
Still Icy
You see that my money so sick got a dream bro
Coppin' the Lexus, swerve out of the street
Woah
Chasin'

through
But now this time I can spit bars (Uh-Huh!)
Yeah, we hit hard
I'ma go quick, don't forget my bars
Runnin' up checks, gettin' that bread
Told her