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I got no sense of time

The second hand slaps

Me, oh, so silly

And insults my character now

For I like my

Mood to lead me

I walk into your room

with no minds
Getting by
Doing fine
In a world where they don't
Know
What I feel
Is it real
Cause it seems like I'm just
Howling at the
Moon
And I feel

Cowboys

Fugees

Score: Bootleg Version [Video]

1996

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot

Cowboys

Fugees

The Score

1996

Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your

Walk down that lonesome road, all by yourself.
Don't turn your head, back over your shoulder.
And only stop to rest yourself, when the silver moon

I would rather stay here
Where the flowers bloom and the sun
It shines it shines on you
It lights up your eyes

Sitting here all by ourselves

him to the clouds like an usher
You don't get the picture I'll paint it in red
You scared of the facts so you lie in your head
I do not blame you, you

I rue the day the day I turned the tides
I made a grave mistake left from your side

Now, now I am lost in the shadows' lap
Straying on this downward

Depends by the way you move girl to get some
Treat us right and you gonna make a grip tonight
Like YG says left, left right
Love the way you walk, love

Time That Bald Sexton

Danielson

Ships

2006

I got no sense of time
The second hand slaps
Me, oh, so silly

And insults my character now
For I like my
Mood to lead me

I walk into your room

I see them, they're screaming
I wanna claim your body
But I know that's it's all in my head
I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming
I must of fell asleep and
God

Blue Bedroom

Toby Keith

How Do You Like Me Now?!

1999

Woke up this morning with day old coffee
Smoked what was left of your cigarette
Sit by the phone just in case you call me
It ain't ringing yet

We are just in my business
Back to counting the moon
I don't wanna move without the
A Dot, let 'em keep counting
We ain't in a hurry!

Walk like

they all seem so confused and boozed up by this February spring
Melting the butter off the flies, the moon sits high and shines in blue, a gleaming lunar

Respark that energy
With a 'laxful synergy (cause your tired)
Warm thoughts roasting by the fire (cause your tired)
lil' kitty chillin' on yo lap
Phone

grab me by the throat
Aint just fucking cuz it feel so right 
Aint just fucking cuz it feel so right 
Long strokes turn into long nights 
Soul ties moon

Good

Ghostface Killah

Hip-Hop Violinist [Bonus Tracks]

2005

a millennium chains
Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings
With bank rolls, bang those, bang your main hoes
You was in love with the pussy, it

on my lap 
One on the side
We bust out the trap
Me and some bitches in the club with a bag, like what you wanna do 
Bust a move, hey
Up in my sweats 
I

on tour
Riding with a stick yea he strapped
With a mac in his lap case a nigga want war
I'm going fast while I'm swerving through traffic
You know that I'm

Would you do it for ya man, would you do it for a New land
Side by side the taliban, she really from Afghanistan
I seen it on your sonogram, I know you've

around
Bad one by my side
She gone get the bag
And break it down
Baby hold me tight
Just close your eyes
Don’t make a sound
I just been sippin on yack
I

stuck
Bitch I got no time for your trips
And that man by your side
Wouldn't wanna be him
Make a call she clock in
Something like per diem
I stay lone by

your step
Voltas de avanço nessa shit, só me vês na victory lap
Noites em claro, só a lutar com os monstros na minha head
Predestinado, I'm the chosen

laughin' at me
And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother