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illin, man?
You know what time, what time it is
Then you start to lie about things you don't have
You speak of limousines? You can't afford a cab
Said you
everyday
It's like every part of his memory
That's short term was erased
I feel bad for your wife
Because she probably feels like
Shes fucking the bitch Adam
of song
she wants to sing, you understand!
No, this act, what can I call it? It is a global revue,
She does not, of course, travel alone, no,
She has
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does
Leaves you answered with a question mark
Oh the reflex what a game
He's hiding all the cards
The reflex is
my numbers like y'all don't get played man that must sting
Me and udai in the mustang
Doin 80 do yo own thang
Take ya bitch she my boo thang
Nut
Or religion, or age, or my
Favourite thing to hate, class
People say it takes a village to raise a
Child people ask me how my daughter
Is doing she’s only doing
little bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike paid the bills always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so don't even
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks
Mess all the time, answer the line
I don't need what you think is love
Mess in the night, missing the times
I don't speak bout the shit we does
She wanna
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
speckled by the sunlight
Iridescent prisms twinkle when it's just right
She's a hybrid like a mermaid and nymph is
But an insult comparing her to man's
everybodyâ?¦a friend of mine says that every tub has to stand on it's own bottom, you know. And in that respect, we all get to do what our passion is. See that's
world that
Does not die is money
You can kill me, you can kill them
You can let everyone die
The only thing in this world that
Does not die is money
You
what does not scare her
In me, but makes her reach my way thank you the love
She is which hurts sometimes and the time
She misremembered elephants
In
when my sweet thing is out tomocattin' around
He finds a sandbox like this to play
I want to tell all you barroom roses if my sweet thing does happen
Come on baby, now don't resist
Follow me honey, I must insist
Your every wish is my command
Off you go with the Magic Man
Watatatang, watatatang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
Does anybody know Joe
This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook
Sing to 'em
Ain't your life boring, don'tcha think?
Youp youp youp youp youp youp youp
Life is so much better
When there's some little something
To do!
Does it
living stings again"
She would write these things to nobody but a page
But despite these things, she would smile every day
She would fight these things
down, don't want a thing to change
Bad little bitch, bring her back to my place
Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a really cute face
She pillow talking crazy
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She
The highlight of my day, them phone calls in the night, it's the little things
The girl, she had a vibe and I liked it and
She's into photography and she's got
I been seeing things only I imagine
Like my mother cold face if she die in traffic
Yeah, I been seeing things like it's fuckin' magic
Like I got no
_ "Every Little Thing")
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