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Darkness doesn't mean that it's in the night
Live all your life to get a glimpse of light
Glimpse of light, yeah
Learning how to live? (How to live)
the same shit"
The niggas just told these girls that he do it all by himself
It's crazy, cray-cray, I did though, you know what I'm sayin'?
With a golden
Way out in the clear
I'm not tryna find a friend here
I'm just stargazing by myself
Some people like
To talk but I don't
Stop saying that you
Will
Poppin' up, poppin' down
Burrowing, making their funny little sounds
Guarding the ground and rooting all around
Watch your dry bones in the prairie
it's history
Got it's own little hustle to nuzzle up with the victory, Thanks
Bathe in a bottle of your finest
Huckleberry sift through the piss
get back"
I helped win sweet victory
With my little plough and hoe
Now, I want you to tell me brother
What you gonna do about the old Jim Crow?
it's fake love times ten
So I pulled up
In black a kuroma, kilode
You go arch your ass
Back little more, kilode
You go face
You're fine face
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
founders is alive in our time
Who still questions
The power of our democracy, tonight is your answer
It's the answer told by lines that stretched
the little doll's broken limbs
His army's convinced
Madly invadin', grossly mistaken, who they're up against
Clara, it's about time to thicken your skin
Gather
to call my own
I called your name just to carry on until you call me home
When I couldn't understand why you like me
And when a victory seemed so unlikely
as mother & fog
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Sea! Osh!
Where's yr little Neppytune
tonight?
These gentle tree pulp pages
which've nothing to do
with yr crash roar,
Remind of victory
Swallowing a handful of naproxen dryly with chocolate milk, her Left hand swirled yellow
Little kid mustard in patterns on the kitchen
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
Do you remember that song by Janis Ian?
The one where she complains about
Not getting chosen for the basketball team?
Her song went, "For those
I'd like to believe you
But I know you by heart
Lengthwise, widthwise, across, little sister
I know you by heart, I know you by heart little sister
full of fear
Hands clasped together
What your mind sees can't
Be grasped by professors
Near death experience
Deceiving all oppressors
When you felt
your eyes
And the truth lingers on so quietly
With little tiny victory cries... yeah
You find yourself over the edge
And over the brink
And your heads
ready to overtake you. I'm not the little bitch I was before, come and get me.
It too late Danny. You still think you can fight me? After all this years,
One peaceful afternoon
I picked up from my mailbox
The strangest looking letter I'd ever seen
A chilling little envelope
Bordered with flying
be beastly to the Germans
When our victory is ultimately won,
It was just those nasty Nazis who persuaded them to fight
And their Beethoven
and it's sleepin' within me
When I look inside the mirror, all I see is the little me
Wishin' I could break out, but I hope the evil don't hinder me
If I
as the pewter skies over North West Eleven
Excitement comes by subtle means
The satisfaction of routines
Small revenges at the office
Smug little victories
You
And every day my coach keeps picking up the pace
But every day I'm told I get a little bit better
My shots a little quicker my sprawls a little harder
I
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