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to drink fast
I'ma take it slow, I'ma make this shit last

Maybe I'll feel different by the end of the glass
I'll feel different by the end of the glass

Nike Town

The King Blues

The Gospel Truth

charging me to breathe
Or maybe they'll buy babies and give them corporate names
Like Little Baby Big Mac, or Finger Licking James
The irony is, this

Last Exit

Pearl Jam

Self-Pollution Radio [bootleg]

1995

Lives opened and trashed..."Look ma, watch me crash..."
No time to question...why'd nothing last... 
Grasp and hold on...hold tight and fast...

Last night was the first time we ever ever said what we intended to say
Last night felt like the first in forever ever that we gon be okay
Last night

Change the things i lack, maybe that could prolly sway you
Know that time kills, i was ill but i forgave you
Gave up, yea yea
Think about it, live it, then

please stop using Black man time to divide
When did you last as Black man be righteous or kind
Even if you do crime to provide
Step out with a knife by

of rhymes had me sharin' stages
With James Brown, serenading the crowd with raw underground
Hunger of a youngin', never slowin' down
Went around the world, it

property when you on stolen land
Most people can't even comprehend that last line
Ain't trying to be defined by the dollar sign
I Just wanna supply my people

shining like a brand new dime

She imitates a ballerina
As the train keeps time
She takes a bow
And the conductor smiles
She says, step on it James

I tried to stay calm I attack when Im provoked
Enough of that shit grab life by the throat 
No more james saint patrick bitch its time to be ghost

Been with God since the 80's
Been with God since the 80's
Ain't no if and or maybes
Been with God since the 80's
And I been eating the word
So I been

I'm playing for the Red Sox
Knock him out the park on the first pitch
I can't remember last time that I swung and I didn't hit
Cause I can tell he wanna

Fuck one time, put yo fucking hands up

Fuck the police tryna leave me wit a bloody crown
What's the point to see are hands if you shoot us down

Yo, Kush, this shit crazy
Bitch, I be in the fast lane
Ain't she yo bitch? Why she want my last name
If he want smoke, put him in a ashtray
And I

Got those big brown eyes
She a 10 and a little shy
Another morning yet another cry
One more chance just another lie
Runnin through the dark just

I done hit em with the last hit music blasting
Bitches tryna come close they barley seeing me far
How the fuck you think you game when you ain't

hunting beast
Hunting season never fair warning I destroy the beacon
Deacon jones on defensive line I'll be hall of fame
Serving white millie bobby brown

this time she won't end up with you aye
Maybe I'm thinking I'm thinking too much
I can't remember the last time we talked
Only remember the last time

Almost Fine

Scapegoat Wax

Okeeblow

2001

how I did it
Spend my last 5 dollars at burger king
I have no money have no nothing
Which makes it impossible for me
To take care of my dog properly

Almost Fine

Scapegoat Wax

Okeeblow

2001

how I did it
Spend my last 5 dollars at burger king
I have no money have no nothing
Which makes it impossible for me
To take care of my dog properly

internet 
Like they choking on the powder that cinnamon 
I got tired of you niggas playing innocent
Jefe ammo last a long time infinite

Got this music shit

Lasting Song

Tom Cochrane

Tom Cochrane & Red Rider

1986

Won't be the first time you sit alone
Won't be the first time you wait by the phone
Won't be the last time you drift away
To some place we were such

A Little Bit of Heaven

Natalie Cole

Dangerous

1985

Written by richard kerr & graham lyle

The last guest has gone

I can tell you're as thankful as I

A good time was had by all

And a little wine

I

I'm in a grave wit a dog collar
I'm brown by honor, yeah

They want me goin by the rules dawg
But that aint somethin I can do dawg
We got different