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Tin Soldier

Steve Marriott

Some Kind of Wonderful

2006

I am a little tin soldier that wants to jump into your fire
You are a look in your eye
A dream passing by in the sky
I don't understand
And all I

Fuck getting packed out, you'll get pacquiáo'd
First nigga that jump bad he will get sat down, same hoes used to front, want it from the back now
Five

static shock
Oh shit hold up wait 
I do this shit and I do this well
Momma you know I will prevail 
Happy ending like a fairy tale
Sick as fuck with

berp
Baby, I like them curves, make that ass jump like jerp jerp
Respect my name like sir, something on the waist might brrr then the hate go curve
Gotta

Shorty looks at me and says baby what you thinking 
Pounded yams on the table
Ain't no way I'm missing din dins 
So it's peddle to the metal , watch

me chubby
Now they on my dick but
That is just irrelevant
And I can't lie hit them back
For the hell of it
When I'm horny I ask baby are you down

the face
I started at a young age but like fine wine
I seem to only be getting better with time
I lay bar for bar like brick by brick call me Will Smith
Like

Its hot lead
I’m not dead
So alive
Writings should be archived 
So alive
Jump with no parachute to scuba dive
No I wouldn’t
These are just the sicker

aaron gordon
If i can't dunk the rock just hit me in corner i score it

Me and mines we brackets breakers nba we with the sweeps
You aint put a p

Time for me to go back
Time for me to go back
Time for me to go back

To that old windy road, with my baby by my side
Sun all golden like a jewel in

she's a freak 
But to tell you the truth, man her ask weren't that soft
But you know I like them nice and firm
Yeah, ride it girl, baby, twerk that ass

My Mind Keeps Movin'

Shel Silverstein

Crouching on the Outside

1971

know just what I do or say.

Sittin' home at midnight thinkin' 'bout Marie.
Go to the I 'phone Carol-Lee .
I say "Come by , baby, just as fast as you

Til I Die

Machine Gun Kelly

Til I Die

2015

Where you from?
Straight outta the muthafuckin' crib, ho
On one twenty-eighth, me and Slim, doe
Dead broke, we was smoking mid, bro
Baby mama

Midnite Dynamos

Matchbox

Platinum Collection

2006

the show.
Going to wear you out, make you jump and shout,
You won't have time to know.
 We are the midnite dynamos...
 Any place we're cruisin' people

Blonde
Music and Lyrics By: Justin Busch (JustinRBusch@yahoo.com) 

V1:
She dyed her black hair blonde, and then she drove off, with her middle

scared to make a move
She's left her handbag by her shoes
And I didn't think that she would like me
But now she wants to call me baby

I didn't think

Gypsy woman told my mother
On the day I was born
This child you got coming
Gonna be a son of a gun
Gonna make all the women
Gonna make em jump

the future, but there's no time like the present
Putting Indy on the map, you can go and check the legend
Heroes are definin' bitch and legends are defyin'
They

without position?
Done are the days of the gay baby
Who's growth is beyond a man's competition
If you wanna see me come alive
Then come over, bitch, come

not inadequate
One gather months
Temple up in flames
Who do I save? Who do I tell to jump?
Love go hand in hand with trust
Beneficiaries on this

the second floor, lord
They tried to sneak and
Jump behind the loveseat
I seen his nephew with the 40
Hit him in his forehead
He landed on his shorty (boom)
I

Jump out on him like who's on what
Wap out your head yeah spill out your guts
Bitches saying couldn't run a mile in my boots well bitch
'Cause you

reminders at you
Had to close the book not to be dishonest with you
You made me open up now I'm under fire listen
Stained my opus underlined in underlying

Asleep With the Fireflies

Turin Brakes

Jackinabox

2005

a sign in the sunset, yeah
Ah, look at my life
Could be a loser baby, could be a loser
But with you I forget, now there is
No use flapping around like