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or slow your roll By now y'all should know that spit shine Krohmeconut Wolf
up to your right you can see the planes keeping flight I'll put the focus here for anyone with open ears Now my bars are crafty like the local beer
you with yo friends All them bitches mad cuz they know that i am him Met you in the office you my pam and im your jim Broke my side heart when i tell
can't afford to pay my child support Clouds are rolling in, think I'd better have a snort I get myself some therapy from Dr. Jim Beam I tell him about my
In my dreams i can fly yah but in reality baby baby baby baby i would never try no Now these roses they show a color the color of blood that runs
cherish, you know !! Psychedelic are the clothes that I am wearing, sharing Both my soul and my mind with club 27 Now I'm in heaven as a member of the club
8. Without You Music & Lyrics by Louise Van Aarsen 2009 Louise Van Aarsen, vocals/Doug Hammer, piano/ Peter Kontrimas, bass/Claudio Ragazzi,
WERE 21 NOTHING WAS TOO MUCH TO PHATHOM LET'S GO BACK IN TIME NOW WE CAN LIVE WHAT WE IMAGINED REPEAT CHORUS BRIDGE THE EARTH IS JUST A SPECK OF BLUE
Uh This the finale Now I decimate you Carniverous, my pen carves simple shit Into a ridiculous cyclone of belligerence You dudes just don't get it
head by the tail Told you before that I ain't on that street shit I'm on that crazy, impossible feat shit Head in the clouds, firm planted feet shit
this shit like now Prices low for my cash, so my place like wow Show my face in the club, let them know my prices Bitches lookin' at me, think, man, that
When they fell in love Both of them were quite young They didn't know then … That this song would be sung Fifty years later We stand here inspired
the cruelest dude less who dis Ice-al-Oscillator Master weaponest, deadliest, linguist Got you locked in, your car blocked in, now you sit scared as shit As I,
the sun rayless Now your style's cheaply made like a pair of Payless Pick apart your secondary, like Jim Plunkett Who woulda thunk it? Titanic-ally, I
Hear the confessions of an unrepentant Skinnee From the depths of my soul in my hole in New York City I arose from my frozen abode in the north
It later when I'm elderly I thought by now, I'd stop rappin' But I just made too much of Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen Got
hide-n-seek I've been drivin' like I'm struck by lightin' I think about you and I start to speed I might as well be playin' with matches In a truckload
along, it's a bisquit time Bisquit time and a feeling fine Everybody do the monkey in a hall It's a liquid sky down by the pool Everybody need
In the circle of hands The dagger out was sacred Placed into my hands over a virgin laying naked When we learn how to harvest what we need it we
a sacrificial mound Were you our god or a man in a play Who took our applause and forced us to stay Now all together we lived as we died On your command by
we hitting the smoke Yeah, we cheers like a toast (Churs) Oh you’re killing me smalls Used to go move and flip pack in the halls Now I’m just leaving
a ride, slim jims the door Now he's runnin' red lights and beatin' stop signs Cops are on his ass and he's runnin' out of time So he hits the chop shop,
You know we sippin', we ain't never trippin', nigga, yeah This what that money sound like This what that money sound like Got my nigga Jim in this
There's a fruit store on our street It's run by a Greek. And he keeps good things to eat But you should hear him speak! When you ask him anything, he
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