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To fly with the winds of the sea
Rush over oceans and canyon ravines
I’m so much more than a boy on the sea
Out here I’m conquering
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin' star
I guess it was up to me
Oh, the union central is pullin' out
she runs to Sunny, where she’s more convenient.
One day her father decided he wanted to go back to Canada, Shaine wasn’t really happy with the sudden
important
When I was reporting that I was poor
But now I'm more than
It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots
Crying shames, make
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
Let's keep it real say fuck the drama
You fine as hell I would love to meet your mama
I only wanna live if you're by my side
I'll pull up to where you
be"
And I'd say "Hey, there is more to me than meets the eye
Let me be who I wanna be"
And I'd say "Hey, I'm an oddity and that's alright
Let me
kiss every night is new
it`s more than just the roses and the walks on moonlit sand
I can tell by the way you hold me you understand
You`re the last
This is not a love song. This is just a letter
A letter to my potential partner
For her to know what I'm looking for
When we meet in real life tho,
to meet coke boy
It's more money involved
Yea!
More money more problems
More problems to solve
Big Gleezy got 'em
csk me have I ever been in the back
Ja Elijah show the boy the light
Ja Elijah make the boy divine
Ja Elijah gave the boy the vibe
So I confidently put it all on the line
Ja Elijah put
up, Murakami pillow when we lay up
Boy you fake, David Blaine, remember I used to take the train
Scared to get off at my stop, boy, you scared to meet
But so what
I'm sleazy it's not easy being Joe Smut
With more bucks than you can count
More than what's in your clutch
I could fund a small war
account, gettin' more and more money
She got paid, it wasn't funny
Talkin' to myself, "Oh, you big, big dummy"
Just my luck that I'm stuck with a marriage
Ako nu che surplus, it is many (ah)
I no need to pray before I meet up all my enemies
They wait upon my coming
Chatty, chatty (grrah)
Chatty boy
way".
He picked all of that cotton.
I said this is about a country boy like myself, B.B.
King you know.
So when he get to Chicago, his cousin meet him
any easier
What I buy to relieve stress only brings more
Because I got a stress the maintenance I afford
And stress the operation, stress
too far
Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are
And who can blame ya
Boy Meets World
I'm trying to find a new Topanga
And bang her out,
got faith, they judge by glasses
Eight RPM in the dashes
I don't wanna work for the masters
Half of the money I get is my masters (Ayy)
Let's meet over
At you so bless you but that's more like a curse I think
Cause I've been cursed by this whole universe
Just put me in a hearse and let my atoms disperse
the blue house choppa in my right hand
Stomach growlin' bris gotta feed the fam
I gotta meet a man the man with them kilograms
He bouta get jammed by
the dirt
Or the blade as I hurt
The blood drip a lil faster
The more I keep a tab on the wound
It hurt more
So I ain't climbing no ladder
Grab me by
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