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To tipping the groundskeeper
Went from makin' the rounds
To waving to crowds of people
Up on stage they gone be
Clapping loud for me
Staying patient don't have

I was standing in the crowd, Looking for you
You in your new blue shoes
We were all in white, Never been beat
Oh you never did have two left feet
So

for the food
Back on my thug shit
Blacked out with a mask in my glove lit
Packed crowd, crowd around when I'm upset
Calm down, he's a clown look around

friends
Circle small i'm a lion nigga all my niggas stuck up inna den
If you gon talk better talk loud
Niggas gon switch when they change crowds
Fake lil

But also not to say
Some porky guys in dorky ties
Were tryna disguise how the European enterprise
Checked the power of the Westminster crowd
Its

everything stay the same?
I'm gonna sing this out loud
Until I get a big enough crowd

I still believe
We can succeed
In all that we dream
Yes, I believe
We

your hands up, you clamp up
When mics in hand, and the crowd thumps
Head down give in and throw hands up when I 
I surround a mic with bars, calls

why I Would I try fit in the crowd

I needed A million views, got that, now I Need a million pounds
You'd want me to make it too,  if you seen The house

anxious like I'm in a crowd
All I hear is white noise no one around
Keep the light bright protect your soul
It's important how much you know
I got my head

got me straight trippin on this tonic
To be honest...most folks serve their best stuff up front to astonish
And after they've impressed the crowds
They

the fire has died and the war is lost
Would you say the years were worth the cost
Cos lonely is the heart that's at home in a crowd
It slips into dust

but the crowd in control
Yo
Picture me rolling in dough
Burning one down while I roll up some more
Aye
Energy loud at my show
But the crowd in control

got me lost in the crowd
You told me you love me but you don't even mean it

Well I'm broken down in this here town

The jukebox playing songs like it

lately
Seems like

Am a sheep
Heading to the slaughter house
In a crowd
So huge that i can't count
Am a sheep
Heading to the slaughter house

Beauty is

you're drinking henny spending money on a bad bet

You hide away from the crowd nobody ever sees you
And the ones that are loud don't even try to meet

Yeah, oh, mmh yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch I'm six two, I could never see you
Skimming through the crowd
Sorry that I missed you, I just really miss you

faith in my vision
I just wanna help my people all along
And I can see a phony in a crowd full of the real ones
Calling me they brotha but then violate

hier die Crowd
Und beim Nachbarn nebenan
Geht das Licht nicht aus
Wir haben das gemacht
Was ihr Missets gerne hättet
Nächte lang verbracht
Studiosessions

We're moshing around the scenes
We're feeling the power of metal
Reabilitation begins
We're crowd of thrashers-rebels

Your head are full of bull

the back of his hand
He's an old time country singer in a honkey tonk band

He's a friend to all the dancers and the drinkers in the crowd
Remembers all

flows

Would you take it if I lay it all down
I need to hear it
Can you say it out loud
You know I love you but I hate the crowds
I just wanna be alone

a steal your girl if I'm being honest
Anxiety really wasn't a thing
So I could live a dream and see the lights with
My sound thru the speakers crowd

out on the Porty streets
I feel like I've eaten a million pilchards
I open up my eyes and see
There's a crowd gathered round
Looks like half the town's

on cassette is enter sandman
finally he comes through with 2 live crew
not our first choice but it'll have to do
we step like a storm and watch a crowd form