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Get ya hustle on 
Get ya hustle on
Trust me its worth it
Cuz time waits for no man 
Start before it runs out
If your stuck in the sand
Its gone be hard

li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li Never Before

I know I said that I'm back now
By the time this drops I'll be gone now
Gonna take another break, let the record break before I let

the sand

And I'm stuck here singing

Fuck you, I don't miss you, I'm better off alone
Fuck you, I don't need you
Cause now my heart's made out of stone
I

Waking up at 11, damn I slept in late
Check twitter for ten minutes 
Then it's three o'eight
Whip up a li'l to-do list 
But it fills me up with doubt

the stars will li-i-ight me in a new way
Help you see

When I met you
I thought it'd be nothing new (Nothing new)
But within a day or two (Day)
I realised

won't miss
Boom
Imma keep me a k, fuck a kiss
Fuck a kiss
Imma shoot by myself no assist
Ay
My choppa gone hit, it won't miss
Won't miss
My choppa gone

feet
I dug my toes off in the sand
Now I kick it like I'm jet li Bruce lee
Feet like Jackie Chan
Time for some elevation
On the real
Real niggas should

girlfriend drives a Honda,
Playin´ workout tapes by Fonda,
But Fonda aint got a motor in the back o´ her Honda.
My anaconda don´t want want none,
Unless you

the problems I tackle
I wake up, I look up, I'm facin' these battles
I'm dead inside hopin' my bones start to rattle
I feel like I'm sand but I'm buried by

to the fact that I've been living a lie, I'm
I'm stuck in the middle of living and dying
It's all for miss so I don't know why I'm trying
I just be gliding

youth 
Write SOS in the sand only to be saved by you 

I know know 
I been running with the time
Can't see what's next to me
Cause this lifestyle it got

Island in the Sun

Harry Belafonte

Island in the Sun [Pair]

1990

Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand

As morning

Sand I was up like 50, lost it all and got it again
How the fuck you say you poppin' in your friends, your only fans How the fuck you say you scamming,

But I've seen it there in old love letters
Stuck to the fridge on a post-it note
Red lipstick on a bathroom mirror
Or tucked in the pocket

you do what you can
Won't be a part of what they goin'
I guess I'm less than a man
Not postin' shit 'bout how I feel
My feelings up in the sand
When

can't close our eyes

I'll miss you
I'll miss you eh eh
I'll miss you
I'll miss you eh eh

Hell of a creature stuck in a cabin
Hello preacher,

it

[Chorus: As well as Jones speaking in between]
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Lovely Daze man. When I say Lovely Daze I'm talkin' bout.)

an end
Msabar rohi b every story has an end
Like our story li taret ki sand
I remember every holding hands
Gelbi hasiteh kil empty land

Keine Geld
Keine

here 

2: Clothes Of Sand

Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand, 
Who has taken you far from my land, 
Who has said my saying were wrong,

Feel like my life's running inna minute  
If you gonna run up nigga you'll get finished
And they got my brothers stuck up in da system
I'm praying

you love me something I didn't want to hear
I was too stuck in my ways
I put my heart on the shelf
I wouldn't listen to you or care bout the pain you

days
I steered by the stars
Aimed for the moon
Wound up in the bars
There was a room
I papered with prayers
Scattered with flowers
While somebody else

Where'd You Go?

Kidz Bop Kids

Kidz Bop, Vol. 10

2006

Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever
That you've been gone

She said, "Some days I feel like shit"
Some days I wanna

blame him if it's written in the sand, the sand

My hair got long, my hair got short
Halfway between I was sittin' on the porch
Thinkin then it's not so