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I feel the need
I’m weak at the knees
For you to make me complete
I’m empty and I wait to be filled
By the love you give to me
		
Those tantalising

Like Money

Wonder Girls

Like Money

2012

friends
They just want your man
Misery loves a little company
Don't feed until them lies, want you by my side
Why is it so hard to trust me?
Let go

(yeah)
I know which wolf I'll feed
I know which wolf I'll feed

Great spirit, I've had it
Bring me back to the nomadic
Way of weaving through

feed
Saying I'm not enough
But she's a different breed
And I'm feeling pretty cool cause I feel her next to me
Saying I'm in love
And she's looking

Don't need nobody by my side, I got me
I start out every single day, on my knees
I pray to God, and he meet my every need
I hustle and pray, everyday

keep it real,
Cause they love to feed you lies
Tell me do you feel alright,
Do you need me by your side
I'll be here every night,
They love to hate

Speculationz

E-40

The Green Book

2003

underestimated, I've been hated by generations 
For having conversations with people who didn't make it 
How could I fake it? 
I'm a monster, remember me

One Hundred

Paul Wall

Fast Life

2009

gon' hold you down
When you down and not on ya luck
But ima be right by your side
Even when that road get rough
I keep it cool when the streetz iz hott

Fast Cars

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

the Kodachrome now, later
With a lid to brow staple
Revist the cobra loading zone
Molar foaming but he hold his own. Wound
Cauterized by the zippo he had stole

I Gave You Power

Nas

It Was Written [Clean]

1996

clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,

clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,

Streaky

Death Grips

Year of the Snitch

2018

do me 'cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside
Oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside
Stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do

The Champ

R. Kelly

Double Up

2007

fingers
Throw stones
Judge me

Hate me
Love me
Hug me
Curse me

Whatever
'Cause y'all fuckin' opinions don't feed me
I'm clever
And nothin' know

was on the ground and
They coming at you what would you do

I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six
I'd rather be stone cold hated
Than give

on the air
I have a gift rewarding for it's persistence
Insisting it should start by tasting my fist

You're in my domain
You will know my name

Feed
Leech my

she about her chicken ima beat that 

Blues on moe blues bitch I need that 
Give a fuck bout what you sayin' fuck yo feed back 
If that bitch ain't bout

I love the hate
You know that won’t tear me down
Bitch I love the way
You turn my problems upside down
going all the way
We gon feed em to the hounds

Always behind - wish the sun would shine - big money and a big divide
And the rats keep winning the rat race
Feed me financial lies again - pretend you're

Lead you to the quiet meadow wherein you're content to lie
Lamb to the slaughter, ignorant of what is so close by
Perfect disguise, no light inside

by design 

So much time gone 
That it really have my mind blown
Goes to show you how much I know
Imma feed it 'til my mind grow
I been planning it out

say that's what I need
Some fucking ice cream
To feed the screams inside of me

By now you can hit all the beats
Head banging the wall, sob and scream

now
Presidential nominee now
I be staying hungry cause I'm always on their feed now

Wait for me
Falling in love with the money
Bitch I got class, no

Fat cat feeds on the poor rat
But make no mistakes
As a rat too can get fat
You say “Kneel for me”
I say “Pretty please
You’ve been demanding love since

Wrap my arms around the world to slow it down
Squeeze it out of breath until it passes out
spinning to fast, leaving me behind
Grab it by the neck I