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This sea used to be
A place where you and me would dream
On a sailboat for two
Cuddled by the waves, into the blue
And when the hills would let go

chupacabras dead
I live in the States, born in Monterey
Got a gringa by my side
She can cook some frijoles
I cross the border and la migra said
'hey, come

Penthouse Serenade (When We're Alone)

Sanford Gold

Piano D'Or

1956

Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.

Uh! Oh!

Sporty Thievz

Even Cheaper

1999

your receipt, fuck sweet and far from it, 

which one of y'all want it? 

Hundered shop by the hundred, y'all cats will never want it 

Gun it,

Hot

No Secrets

No Secrets

2002

Summer time,
No secrets,
Bring it live,
Dance wit me now,
This one's for all of us right here,
You feelin' me?
Ff ah ff ah,
Hot, oh

NYC

brothers, me & my brothers, me & brothers right X4

(Black Mike) - 2nd verse
Member being in the basement 
Use to write like everyday man 
Built it right up

hope you shortly find what you long for

Two years and some change, isn't it strange?
You're a full-fledged socialist
I go by a new name
The filthy joke

to check out my CV
I ain't inna da hype
Man I used to live a different life
Big trips plugin' bit's of white
Niggas think it's sweet now I'm on
The mic, I

the change

Live for this boom bap
East to the west get my message across the whole map
Y'all acting sugary sweet like cunt Jemima
Yipping and yapping without

You ain't gotta go home/
Let's turn off our phones/
You ain't gotta go home/
Just stay right here with me my sweet baby/

IG posting on the live/
I

feed me soup without a noodle
Got your man in the booth, and we canoodle, uh
I-I don't really get down like you do
All these niggas say they pits, but

Fuck you think, ain't nothing sweet
Might fly to your town, then fly niggas down
Then come to your block like a hunnit deep
All black truck, guns in

leave a nigga close casket
Get his mouth open
Still sipping syrup not a pancake in me
Go roll it 2Pac i live with it
You ain't gotta feel me
But you still

to do it too,
There's only two possible moods, you happy and say you over the moon,
Or you about tell me how I ruined you,
And I don't wanna do it to you,

my Cadillac  

2. I'm sleek, I'm sweet
I'm tongue in cheek 
I'm strong enough to embrace my feminine mystique
These curves and swerves
Have got

About time I drop the hearse off
Sweet potato gnocchi 
Minnesota wild rice in the sky loft 
I made myself my boss
I could never be employee
I gotta keep

catching the splinters, Armani all on my jeans
I live the life of a winner, she got her claws in my back, I'm feeling like Kawhi Leonard
And I been tickling

Son will be okay
I take it day by day, but I can't lie, I still cry
Whenever I got you on mind
Well, lately, I got a lot on my mind
Lost my job,

Abortion by the hands of the doctor and the nurse turns
the God-given blessin' into a human curse. She made the wrong choice.
I still gotta voice. Yo world

like living two lives (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And always trying to catch your breath

Now I
Gotta go my own way
Talk about a cliché
Remember to call home

through their flesh

Ending the lives of oppressors
A guerrilla-style resistance
Killing authority in cold fucking blood
Fill their bodies up with lead

(Yeah yeah)
Kilo kilo whine to the flow
Kill the waist and bounce to the flow
Kill the waist and bounce to the flow

Two four seven I'm drinking (I'm

again 
we just jazz and jam straight out of Amsterdam
Keepin it live and official with Phantom by my side
We re shinin' like a chrystel  
these lyrics

GOOD FOR NO ONE

Herman Düne

Not on Top

2006

the season
and then I rushed to seven sisters and I met the magic rabbi there and he called me by my sweet name
and he took me in his magic cape and he told me