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entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
y'all, we got a song to sing
He died, He's our guide, we call Him Christ
A Man, a hill, a Cross and a price
The King of Kings, Rose of Sharon, the Savior
along
And if you're ever feeling lonely or forget where you belong
Just listen... 'cause I wrote you a song
You can hear it through the walls of our tiny
It took us too long
Finally we sing
The sock length song
Style will prevail
It won't take long
That's why we wrote
The sock length song
Hey Lee! I'm so
Fucked up Chingy's song
Afro-mother fuckin-man cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
I think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant,
wanna take a lil trip to Japan, and then go to France
My suit n' tie never be tucked with the xans (Xaans)
I ain't messin wit' it if it's made by a man
I
house, it's straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest
So my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by
of it, but as stubborn as we are, did I take it too far?
'Cleaning Out My Closet' and all them other songs
But regardless I don't hate you 'cause, ma
than
Others, some a memory and some a fortune, some a song. And a song can be as
Fine a memorial to a man as anything that can be left behind, 'cause
we'll bet suffocating ya
Ya, You've been faking way too much
Know one ever knows
How you wait for a song we wrote
You'll be hating us
Behind the scenes
Hit shuffle on my playlist
Swear every song was written about you
Wrote one in the hopes to astound you
Let my enemies in, and there's nothing left
and that's on a good day
I'm a bit of a mess but I wrote this song to say
I miss swimming in Oceans in the pouring rain
And driving round and round in circles
smile make my day
Hoping you can be my boo
Hold my hand let's fly away
Wrote this song just to you
Guess it's just safe to say
Fatally in love with you
my time,
yeah
Got the realest in my circle, I don't need nobody else
I've been grinding for the top, like leave these fools on bottom shelf
Man, I
alone to a song I wrote
Don't you worry 'bout me I'm doin' better off on my own
This ain't my first rodeo
Don't take it rough, man
Cuz I wasn't hung up
you make when you stand by me
If it's true tho you going away I'm hoping you call me
I don't know how to keep it together I feel outta body
I don't
of you, I feel you holding me
Can't wait for you
To walk through the door so I can kiss your body
This is a country song I wrote for you
'Bout a man
I put my heart and soul when I'm making these songs
Every day I stay grinding still improving the art
I stay true to myself, I ain't moving
Yeah, how you know though?
I be hearing your songs, your shit is heat, yo
But back to me though
My method on the mic is ill, bro
The method man, we both
with is the person staring at you in the mirror. And that's exactly who I talked to when I wrote this next song, This Is My Year.
How did I get here I
But here I am getting reeled back in
Here I am thinking it'll be different
I wrote these songs, thought I'd send you off with a kiss but
I have one last
And fucking in a car
And Pardon was your worst song
By far
Wrote a new song
Trying to compete
But everybody gather round
To see a big defeat
I got more streams
shameful
Jane, Jane
I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterday
Life could be better by being together
Is what I cannot explain to Jane
shameful
Jane, Jane
I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterday
Life could be better by being together
Is what I cannot explain to Jane
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