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aint typing how he act i know that boy be in with freaks
Shit just ask me how i know me an bro hit the same week
Hit a nigga a couple times thats when

Could Well Be In

The Streets

Intonation Festival 2006

2006

a keep? 
Asked her if she wanted the same again to drink. 
Started to turn and get up out my seat. 

I saw this thing on ITV the other week, 
said,

You know parents are the same

No matter time nor place

They don't understand that us kids

Are going to make some mistakes

So to you, all the kids

3rd Period: New Friend Request

Gym Class Heroes

As Cruel as School Children [Bonus CD]

2006

said that weren't impressed by lame dudes with no game
They're all the same trying to get your instant messaging name

But the fact that you hit me

I done set the rules to no extent
I just wanna rule when I expand
She can go and move to the next man
Focused on my moves and my next plans
I don't

What's on Your Mind

Rakim

Blazin: The After Party

2005

you hide your feelings, and they hard to find,
I want to know what's on your mind

CHORUS
About a week went by and I called her, "Hello"
I said yo,

fight
And then you feel time passes by
Like a flash at the speed of light

I'm sure next Monday will be
A nightmare again
Same old problems will feel
Like

a text back
Saying next time we can try
But what if I aint' promised next time
And I die
Then how would you feel?
Would you care at all?
Would you shed any

Wrap Sumden

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

the blunt pass
"What we doin' today" Same shit we did last week
Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up
Bag up and make some runs and roll up
5-0 behind

Lil grey in my chest hair
But who the F care
Long as check clear same day or next air
Accountant Call me when I get there
Just Mark it X square

Tatted

spendin' next week's cash, he fast (oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (yeah), and you can't have that (yeah)

Fireman

Lil Wayne

Crunk Hits, Vol. 2

2006

spendin' next week's cash, he fast (oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (yeah), and you can't have that (yeah)

or hating your occupation
Just listen to conversation we kicking up out the basement youngster
I've been in the same shoes too
But enough is enough it's time

of his company
Was rudely interrupted by his secretary, Josephine
Gracelessly barging into the room to inform him
Of his wife, on the telephone with

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

It starts with the head multiplies by living dead arms
Stretches out from dirt popping sockets pulling hair next thing

Lying up on a stretcher

usin' a bat, Mike Keaton
Soon in the Louvre, know that I will see a
Mural of my own music, be a
Good kid and make a mad city dap me up
Say the same shit,

You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got
It like that but peep
I be fuckin' hoes

energy
That... family first dom toretto typa energy 
I grab her by the waist
She so gentle when she next to me
Fuck it

But you know it's true
Spent weeks

But Joe said he's next
Door pinnin' with Steve part I I

Heard the scousers got bagged in town
Told bro, "Now it's our time to capitalise"
24 hour

this week
Fuck it, life goes on
But there's times I'd wished it wouldn't
Know for a fact that I'll stand strong
But there's been times I swear I couldn't

friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't

life's so indecent at times the second I feel content
God reminds me happiness is a lie I mean
Not a lie but a feeling of security
These dumb bitches

I think of many things
Many things i can try
Many things i could do
Throwing it all away the very next Day
Putting my effort into nothing
Nothing