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or LeBron James? They said
"Woah don't get caught up in the hype"
Ain't no tellin' they gon'
Love you after tonight
Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles
off the burden
A living testimony, the Lord used it as a sermon
Upgraded obedience, I'm on a whole different version
You speak the truth, what comes
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
you're told to just quit (quit)
Giving more when you got nothin' left (left)
It's a person that'll take a chance on
Something they were told could never
throwing out at me
In comparison to generic version of myself is gonna get you In trouble if that's what you want then that's what you Gon get if you gonna
Can't trust em, don't trust 'em no more
Fross
I hope you understand me
(I hope you understand me)
I been livin' with this pain
For way too long
They
comfort me
You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
You annoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
Surely goodness and love will follow me
searching for a past, version of myself, lost in the depths of time, somewhere on a shelf locked away but the more I dig, the more it slips away.
Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you made
All the watered down pop-bullshit version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn,
the cousins
Head to the sky, you could never tell me nothin'
But You called, I heard and just soon enough
I got trucked by that Jesus Love
like a siren
I guess I'll be fine being nervous,
I kind of want this version to know you it's hardly known at all
Sweating and hearing my heart beating
in the Book of the Dun Cow, which dates from the 12th
Century. Before this the story was kept alive by storytellers.
Two other manuscript versions
me when I need more to love
I'm trying to find a place where I belong
I'm praying you don't get too lost inside your head
You showed me your world
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
Version of what I thought it’d be like
I can’t take you up on a free ride
I’ll just throw it all on the B side
It’ll fade like the glow of your tail lights
prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
Surely goodness and love will follow me, all the days
Falling, you see
We don't say, "rising" into love
There is in it the idea of The "fall"
Paralysed, caught by surprise,
All that you do is making me
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
Yo, If I had it all again, like
I'd do some shit different (Change)
I'd have taken life more seriously
(If you had it all again
What would you
Never once did I get tired of you
I love you
That's not gonna change
What's gonna change is the fact I'm standing out in the rain
It's never easy You
You've heard of
Choose your next words
Wisely Persian
Im Spartan like
Not the modern version
The Madara version
I'm still shopping
At Burlington
Go head
bliss
It could be the bliss of being alive
A sexual loving adult that doesn't need to consummate
Some other more addictive version of what you already
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