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identify with?
I'm feeling like the long days
Away from feeling my Patrón
Used to have the coldest
Bitches waiting for me chilling by the phone
Used to do

to come and turn a stale face to a wow again

I can wow them again
The way I'm ballin'
My weight up I flex when I wanna
I don't wanna talk bout my problems

if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,

my ice
Enticed by the lights
That fall on your body at night
If I have to leave
It's due to you starting this fight
No need to be nice
Never needed you

the drawstring is
Hoes on my dick where the drawstring is
With a star so loud, you can all see hacks at the top of the Eiffel
Tall as a tower I'll stand in my

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it

What do you really just want me to say
I'm still alive but my souls in the grave
I'm really only just in this for fame
And I'm wanting the dollars

Best be ready be amazed 
You the looking glass in and ill explain in this song my friend 
For the pawns be us rising 
No more Bits done compromising 
Wow

of a lullaby
You're always there inside my mind
I see you, I see you in my dreams

I'm in a daze
I see your face
All that time... wow
What a waste
Memories in

how I deal with the fame, homie, yeah homie
I don't know why you like fuckin' up my high, I
I sent a kilo back to back just to get by, I
I feel these

Caution

The Chameleons UK

Strange Times

1986

Cold here and I shudder and I shiver
I want to look twenty but I can't deliver
Pains in the heart
Ba-ba-bow-wow-wow-wow

It's cold in here
Can you

Call You Home

Mark Erelli

The Memorial Hall Recordings

2002

Like an arrow loosed from God's own bow
So swift and true they fly

Lord, draw me from your quiver
Take away my tears
Shoot me o'er the seven sisters

In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm

Won't bow out
Won't bow to a thing
When it's in the ring
That's a "bout" but
Ain't about a thing
Sit and listen to this-when
I body my pitiful competition

the fleek hoes (hoe)
You know I never give my
Soul up for a bankroll (no)
Knock some lights out, seeing rainbows
(bow bow) all this water, bitch
Go fetch me

wheels
But I won't bow and kneel
Even though my mind wants me killed

Yo
There's a lot a trauma in my life
But I'm not going down without a fight
Fight for

[Intro: R Nize]

(GANG-GANG-GANG!) NIGGA (GLTTT!)

Balla Brothers Back In Affect Nigga! (GLTTT!)

Tell Me Watchu Want, Just Tell Me Watcha…

My Bitch

though, uh, bullets go right through yo' window, uh, step on these niggas in timbs bro', uh, uh, uh (Huh?)
Ah, ah, my shooters gon' knock of yo' kinfolk, I

a bow and arrow
From the way you tearing me apart, uh
Pow pow pow
Three words that I never thought you would've shot at me
So I drink em in like some

hesitate and let the clock tick
You keep radiating, as your light shines
I can't help it I'll be getting drawn in
On my moth wings, I'm exhausted
Tryna fight

a bow
Shittin on these niggas' like a movement from my bowels
People wanna know how if feels in the clouds
But I guess they'll never know cause I'm never

lived a wild life, I know niggas that done folded
I been rockin' by myself, how you gon' say I owe you? Wow (wow)

(Uh, uh, yeah) man
Another day in

The way you you talking 'bout Reggie
Pull up on yo ass, wedgie
I got the glow, down in my belly
I been eating baguetti (ooh)
I do a titty on TV I'm T.D.

Love Me

Eminem

8 Mile

2002

Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mama in the precinct, hollering rape