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be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then

want to be. You want to be
You can be, anything you want to be. You want to be
You can do anything if you put your mind to it don't stop because

Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He

a fuckin G
I tell her fuck a bottle gimme Hennesey to drink
the only drink allowed to put me in my deeper sleep
wake up in the morning on the corner no

Aquafina
Taller than Martin but she my Gina
Shordy fed up in the car like Tina
On my back like she Cena
Talking that shit put that shit in a Book she

stood up
Catch you slippin' like a transmission
Fuck your hood up
From my hood to who your hood, good, what up?
Ugh, nothin' though my hunnit high
This

you warm 
When it's cold at night
And when your light's
Not burning bright
I'll be there by your side 

Girl wine upon it
Put your back into it 
Hey

on my whores
And naw, I don't really do too many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a coward
Please man, let the homie breathe,

Walkin' on the Moon

Kanye West

R&B Collection [2009]

2009

surprise (Oh!)
Roaming and I'm lonely man I'm longing
For that something in your eyes (Oh!)
For that something in your eyes (Oh!)
For that something in

don't
Give a damn bout my phone
Can I stay the night though
I'm not tryna drive home
Don't make me leave
I wanna stay by your side
You ain't gotta ask,

Chevy like a Aston Martin
Put a nigga in a box like a carton
I'm dressing fresher than Carlton
I got to answer these calls
They important
My sister want

Good to Go

Bun B

Trunk Muzik 0-60

2010

you can do an endo
Put the bass in your face, you can feel the tempo
Yela's in your face, grab a stencil
You should wanna get a copy the style, I'll

The Murder Mystery

The Velvet Underground

Peel Slowly and See

1995

the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on
His throne, puts his

Hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry,

The Murder Mystery

The Velvet Underground

The Velvet Underground

1969

of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse

(Drumma Boy) my nigga, I'ma be chasin' that
Motherfuckin' money 'til I'm dead, man
For real (yeah)
Yeah ('Cause all I know is get this motherfuckin' money)

of men
Lined up in front of the bar
She'll service each man as fast as she can
Then they stick their tip in her jar

Good news from the crew

Baby you so ill

Drink a lot more this liquor than one man probably should
Shit be doin' me dirty but god damn it feel good
Do a lot more these drugs

Versace
You with your man, but you still looking
Looking good
And healthy like Patty Label's cook
Eye contact
And tell your man you gotta pee pee
Run free

he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls
And he diggin' in it like

Man, this shit worse than cancer
Like a fucking disease
Living this nightmare
They telling us "Dream!"
Look what they did to Martin Luther
Bullet holes

that your work can go on exhibition

There's the man of the hour!

Blair. Hello. I read your piece on neo-expressionism. 

Good for you! Now, I had

shut your mouth, you better shut it now
You better stand down, before I put you down
You better shut your mouth, you better shut it now
You better shut

The Goat

Adam Sandler

What the Hell Happened to Me?

1996

MAN: Hey goat!
I'm gonna beat your head in with the hickory stick!
ADAM: Sometimes he uses his fists-a.
He's filled with anger and filled with rage,

If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all