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Infected

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

They play by ears for years now my folks deserve some equal
Affection from this infection that gives our foundation
The same blood the same drugs equals

Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home

Patsy Cline

Best Of

2000

Written by hughie cannon (as released by patsy cline, September 14, 1964

Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole

Cookin these songs and the closet the stu(studio)
So really this came from the dirt
They blot out my path but I keep pushing through
Found purpose

Inhale,THC inflow
Prettier than bitches… NO HOMO
Ayo Hiem watcha got in the pot
Ayo Hiem watcha got in the pot
(What you cookin nigga)
Ayo Hiem watcha got in

každej day
Dělám jen music
More bez ní nechci bejt
Cítím jenom pain
Zmrde každej day
Dělám jen music
More bez ní nechci bejt
Bois by měli vědět
že mí beats

Never need no help yeah I did it myself guard the recipe tight only I can make it right 
Cookin' up like Walter White, Whoa 
Cookin' up like Walter White,

I'm just coolin' on a wave, wait
Give me a second to say
That I always stay unphased, yeah
I'm never surprised by your ways
I bet you thought you

might take her back to the lab, bitch (ay, c'mere)
Yeah, it's N'Korekt, can't you tell by the bars (Bars)
If you got a problem, then we spar (Karate)
I'm

That's cherry yo

This time sour listen here
Nothin stoppin even on senior year
Nothin at night but it's all right
Stay cookin next to my cherry

take back what rightfully mine
Aim for target shoot for the bullseye
Ina camper cookin hits like stir fry
Grindin harder hear my outcry
Imagination wild

Smoke a thoink
We in the lab cookin up
Where is the drank at
Can Somebody pass me a cup
Im feeling good rn
They told me talk on the mic
But im high

"Clear"
Import the beat then take off like a jet pack
I'll prolly be retired by the time you're close to catch Jack
From adjectives and nouns used I'll bet

some pickles 
And some mayo in the middle. 
But I want it on a raft 
And With that extra shingles 
Slick backed 4 by 4 
Six pack craft singles 
With

be here spitting, I'm one of a kind

Cookin' up fire from seven to five

Addin' up commas, done kept it alive

I got the clique and my fam right

of what
You think 'bout it

Tryna make friends, I'm just tryna make money
Why you go and laugh? I
Ain't say nothin' funny
I've been in the crib cookin'
Up

I ain't got no partners
Feel like I lost control
Like inanimate object 

Cookin' on the stove
Whippin' all the dope
Sippin' styrofoam
Made me fiending

Cookin' this shit like a chef

I'm 24 still keep it 30 I'm feelin' Like Steph Think it's that shit we can fight to the death Don't give no fuck bout a rep

rich like money
And girl you so fine
My girl in the kitchen
Cookin up that soul food
Anywhere she can get it
She keep me in the mood
It flow like

so bad, they don't ever sit You rather use guns before usin' fists
They tell me no, but I'm so used to it She walk by, I make sounds like I'm Ludacris

Check just in, NSYNC
Chest, hit his lid, don't blink
I could turn this shit into somethin' you won't believe
Crip nigga rollin' up my weed
Man, I was

spiritual ride or die,
And join me in the next life
Bye - Bi - By
Leave em on the "Backstreet"
We "N'Sync" with the text (tecs) like
Auto correct

Leaving my heart on the floor
Emotions on overload
Surrounded by passion and flow
Fire around me is gold
I cannot water no rose
If i dont let go the hose

you life, from another string
That's an N'sync compatible line that I created just to tell you guys as teams
I'm not by myself

is I wish by Skee-Lo
If you say boom three times Imma yell way ooo
So come on ride the train if you know then you know
And if you feel a little lost