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They're hiding almost anywhere
Just waiting for your voice to share
That's what a song is

An endless flowing work of art
Ten tunes are in a shopping cart

just the start
For the shit that you pay
Blood fills up the carts

And it's gotta stop
And it wouldn't take much
How do you look? How do you feel?
And is

were trouble from the start,
playin’ my heart, using me you’re own shopping cart.
We met at fifteen now we’re both twenty,
So what I got to show for it,

Nova cart now
Bed so big, all these hoes gotta jump down
Bitch so pretty
I be fuckin' from the front now
(Are you in the mafia?)
Bae, your pussy mid, I

continued on a rutaBaga
Passing my usual stop, I got avoCado
I hailed a passing Yellow
Cabbage and told the
Driver to cart me off to Broccolyn
I was going

Flee Fly Flo Flum
Phoebe Hunt (BMI) © 2012

Standing on the corner between consequence and clover
There's an apple cart ahead and I have yet to turn

even steal my cart and horse

Mazza like Skolleywood (Shkolley)
No murder turn my city into a holy hood

What's good in the hood?
Cart the back wood for my goons
Flow tight, Qaution

Be wise, be smart, behave, my heart
Don't upset your cart, when she's so close
Be soft, be sweet, but be discreet
Don't go off your beat, she's so

Mall hoppin', every store
Discounts back for more
Huge lines crazy crowds
Push through, get it now
ATMs, gift cards, fillin' up the rolling cart
Best

him pipe down
Couple bands In the goyard
I be going so hard
Hundred miles and running
You more like a go cart
I put that pussy in his face
One leg

Gore-tex Force 1s, Subi jeans
My antennas at attention when I see money
Not tryin to ghost you but hurry up shorty
My phones is doing cart wheels for
Car

to
Get out of this hell
Guns Mario Cart, I'm letting off shells
I don't need bail 'cause I'm
Trapped in this hell lil B

around and
Then I heard stories 'bout when
He was at war with them same LK's
He would dress like a homeless and
Push a grocery cart with guns
At the bottom

or part joking?
Before he start croaking from
Carts for dart smoking
Stole six, two man, we don’t roll thick
Told chicks, quick, Daddy need his hole pics

The go cart races round the track
Just two boys having fun
Building up a friendship
To last forever and beyond
And music was their passion
To one day

Make every night a good night
Bout to get your name tatted on me in a heart
Might cop you these kicks
Bae I saved them in my cart
Tell me everything,

to the
Bitch like Martial arts
I keep the bitch rolling just
Like a shopping cart
Now, she a bad yellow something
I call her Marge Simpson
I kill that pussy from

to do the trick!/
Recoup a bit and make the play/
My homie Jake to bake the weight/
The Oil’s cookin, tanks are placed/
Then pack the carts and take

Then you are set with a capital J
Which you'll never forget till the cart you away
When you're a Jet, you stay a Jet
I know Tony like I know me and I

back
Or at least I thought I had
My old friend thought 
I was pretty mad 
I was mad at you
 
In that shopping cart
Was everything we needed 
To get

Giddap!

Customs Officer
Here come the milkmaids!
(He opens the gate
The milkmaids enter together with a string of peasants' carts)

Milkmaids
Good morning!

그리듯이 사유해
캔버스 위에 놓이는 물감들의 자유여행
날씨를 골라서 Cart 안에 
담아놓을 수 있다면 얼마나 좋을까

Chorus) 찬주
Let's Be A Lazy
With Coffee In The Morning
(La La La La)
네가 좋다면 난 그걸로 충분해

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