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anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
a Christmas day!
Music by Eddy Arnold
with lyrics by Jenny Lou Carson, 1949
when I'm inside
Know my worth, stayed by my side
I put in work, did the overtime
Now we sip fine wine all the time
Enjoying mine, by the time
I finish
Some people say sketchy You all talk
Well no s**t I'm all talk and that's why I rap a lot
It's a habit I got nervous as a young teen
Dumb dreams
its the american way
Paper by any means
No one can stop me n***a
Catch me on the scene
Like I'm the poppa n***ga
Paper by any means
Im all about my
Connections I made on the phone,
Far from my home far from my bros,
Surrounded by hoes they all wanna go.
Im chasing the high for the low,
Im taking this chance
Virginia by the crate
Helps me concentrate
S**t, I'm on the 6th, got me feeling like Drake
I can tell by the way
The way these terms are coming to head
Like
these midgets into money trees, full grown
S**t the way I'm flipping work, should be on skater pro
Aye, Call me P-Rod, checks is all I know
While the opp
a fool, put my hand on my hip
Then drop it like it's hot and lick my lips
You can tell I'm from the Lou'
From them watching my back
Let me show you how I do
I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges
It's like they're all targets, pray for them
Pray for everybody
Live
know I love they way it's going down (Going down!)
You know I love they way it's going down (Going down!)
I'm the one knight supreme (Being all seeing)
I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?" He
that
Like my man said, don't sweat that
[Chorus]
By the way mama
Last night the club was tight, shorty's dead right
But you stood out the most,
that
Like my man said, don't sweat that
[Chorus]
By the way mama
Last night the club was tight, shorty's dead right
But you stood out the most,
We're affected by society
We're affected by sobriety
We're affected by authority
We're affected by humanity
We're affected (uh)
In so many ways
Been
a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
'cause I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm
named for razor blades
All American but Chinese made
Folks working hard for shrinking pay
21st Century, USA
Out on 90 we might see you pass
We got
free
If they say I fell off then that's make believe
I'm killing this shit in the 1st degree
All I wanted was them to put faith in me, yeah
All I wanted
rappin' 'bout my blick, 'cause s**t could get dangerous
But when I close my eyes all I see is death & that s**t made me
So if a n***a want some beef, treat
at
Get that up, little homie don't need that
I forgot my head, skip to my lou bitch
I jumped off the ledge
I like to geek by myself, this is no cry for
drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty
If me and Gallest go St. Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy
Man said they would do this
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