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'cause all these fuckin' mental problems caused by high class dick measuring contests
Nuclear war may be upon us
But all them rich as motherfuckers pussies
in a bowling lane
Im inspired by pain
You throw shots I don't drop or get burned Ill return w a firing range
I wired my brain to think different
Your
as I aim to take a big chance
Volunteering shows me things, heated by Umi's embrace
If we converse with one another that would spare a lot of grief
Moses
His photograph was in over 65 newspapers, in color
Bad lil' bitch, I got her sprung
I must be heaven-saved
Flyin' by the fire with her glasses, so
Let's talk about work ethic, Not mine specifically but how it gets measured
Not by a ruler or a graph, But by your effort
Playing life like a game
bore
I know you feeling down when your brain just spazz
Take all shit off when the screen is gas
The wait is forever, so stop waiting
Seen all the bait,
least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish
were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with
of these songs were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is
The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish your memories and your
influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish your memories
a motherfucking menace, boy
Don't forget it, boy
It ain't the truth unless I said it, boy
It's 98 til whenever, boy
I'm a live forever, boy
Trying to live more
jeopardize, revolver gon' never lie
Feelin high when I'm sober, realize I'm gettin older
By the seconds on the watch, bout three blunts in
Got wiser to these
Every song is a homicide
My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
Just let the album ride
I'm back in the zone, it's 2009
You on the browser lines
to match
Forever watchin' his back, therefore he never relax
And when her nigga attack, he got a slug in his britches
He ain't a bad guy, just dealin' with
Random!
Everybody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners
Why you do that, rapper? Fucking new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I
six different strands
would lock together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good
with some watermelon albums sellin
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
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Offset:
Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas,L.
with some pantyhose
Over the mic so you don't know who I sound like
Executing those who record and bite to sound tight
It's not permitted by the right
tight, see me catching flights
At the international terminal, where you don't go
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped
And tripped by mic
mist are shattered by the sun
Travel through the uncaring skies
Prepare for this defeat
Once you're dead your eyes are shut forever
Is it just
when they said I wasn’t
I replied that I can
For real, so you can never
Ever pick me apart, son
Cross me if you want I’ll still
Live forever like God’s
like Christ baby I'm gonna strive[00:57.37]Spirit of God in you baby you gon shine[01:01.16]Yeah forever it's just you and I[01:06.23]Yeah[01:07.05]You
tears will dry slowly
Clear the skies spirits rise I hear you cry homie
And it's okay to let it go on separate roads no regrets forever flow I never left
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