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like stark
Can't fuck with no leech she def play her part
He talking that shit, send him to the stars
Don't give a fuck about fashion or cars
Just

8 Million Stories

Kurtis Blow

Ego Trip

1984

There are 8 million stories in the naked city 

Some ice cold and told without pity 

About the mean streets and the guetto culture 

The pimps

a thermal
20 more minutes
Til' I'm gon' be out of the dark
I be swinging my flashlight
That girl be talkin' about loyalty, honestly
I only met her ass last

had that rod tucked
Taylor street by the tunnel after whipping hard up
All the way to N O with killers throwing their wards up
Bitch I’m a knight in

being driven towards a
Destiny that's to wards

It takes ours to come for

It takes hours to comfort

The last song, it's rush hour

A drum roll by

and silken
And whirled about as did her body
Her spirit was either very high or very low
There was no in between for Cass some
Said she was crazy the dull ones

pouring
It's the best night I won't remember
Stealing kisses from a stranger
I'll be so fun, I'll be so dumb
Turning 21
No I don't care about

the hopes that I'm gonna be at the advantage
Back to her room, she ain't wearing no panties
Unbuckle the Burberry belt on my khakis
Just turned 21 like Savage

me about me, cause this is her dreams[01:12.22]I'm tryna' fuck on that bitch from the back (Back)[01:14.38]She fell in love with the racks and she

be feelin', i don't know
Shoot, just keep the same energy
Whenever you say something about
Any Dreamchaser, nigga
Just keep the same energy when
You

woah[00:20.11]Woah woah[00:21.27](Ahh ahh ahh no no no)[00:23.24]Woah woah woah[00:24.84]Woah woah[00:25.96]Woah woah woah[00:27.46]Woah woah[00:28.77]Woah woah

the kitchen closet. She’d thought about it before––but… the sound of the snap of the neck. She couldn’t. In her mind, hanging was something reserved for

Wanting something she doesn't have
The feeling of being alone
The girl she wanted to be like
She imagines getting more attention
The sunlight on her skin

didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am

And don't slip on a banana peel
Because you will get killed
By the guerrilla (guerrilla)
I'm a gorilla (guerrilla)
By the guerrilla (guerrilla)
I'm

in his heart 
KC was dead by the 3rd one
That wasn't even Judy real spot
Judy lied to get his head knocked
Judy stayed in the 7th ward 
About a block

down[01:21.76]Someday i'll try cyanide[01:25.28]I don't think that it's something i will survive[01:29.28]Being with you forever is just out of reach[01:33.21]So i'll sit

be 
By my side 
Be there from the morning light 
Ah yeah 
Be there Until ride
Until the sun dies
Then it will be fine

Verse 1:
Got 21 question
To ask

something I didn't mind to[02:22.21]You tell me that your feelings hurt, all I'm saying is mine to[02:24.95]Ironically the situation's brought upon us by

transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable

the 21st. century schizoid human being...
If by chance they encounter a good musical idea, no matter how small. they will stop and smell the flowers that come

tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall

of straw and
patient animals standing around.  The mother nods by the side
of the child.  Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks

Shadows of tears on her face as she wakes for the morning[00:20.36]The rain replying[00:26.00]The cold denying[00:30.21]There's a duck in the marsh