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children
Wanna bite of the gingerbread kitchen
Sweetest love know that I am yours
If Santa comes
Tell him the doors unlocked
Mistletoe loves the view from

Yeah
PB Trell in this bitch
Yeah
Ima ride Right or Wrong
I just put it in my songs
Yeah I put it in my songs
Aye
By Yarely and my son ima ride Right

To the chorus of a song you once said
That if I hear this record one more time I'll blow off my head
Did you ever think it would be as hard as this?
When you were

The sweetest sensation I embraced it lookin' in your eyes... but it was all strategized 
I'm sick of hearin' love songs, and seein' people happy with each other

a hole so bad I ain't have rations
I hurt and I know what you went through
Yours probably felt like a rocket to a pistol
Left you by yourself let you deal

is reckless like doin coke
Smokin' a wood like i'm Bill Nie
I only make bangers why would I lie
Ain't 21, but know i'm a savage
These niggas hop

Ms. Jackson

OutKast

Stankonia

2000

and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills I pay that
I love your

Eyes Wide Open

Wet Wet Wet

Timeless [Bonus Track]

2007

life

Your world can warm the coldest heart
I'm haunted by the fires that burn
Whenever I hear your song

It makes the sweetest sound
But in my

helpless  - i'll turn back just let me know. deafened  - the choir i can't hear its song. ruined - left to rest here on my own. i fear i changed my

Run's House

Run-D.M.C.

Tougher Than Leather

1988

by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
why?
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!

Who's house?
Run's house!

Who's house?
Run's

from this shit, for so long
So long that I don't know what the fuck is going on
Yeah, I've been busy just making all these fucking songs
For what reason

Ms. Jackson [Radio Edit]

OutKast

Big Boi and Dre Present...Outkast

2001

and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your

You used to write me letters
You'd send me records in the post
Like 'Born To Run', by Springsteen
You knew the songs I love the most
But with

and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your

and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your

accessories
I'm like Cosby for the bills, I need mills like Stephanie
Pussy niggas can't stand next to me, I've got dope and ecstasy
Keep 'em floating like

don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be

can put some Badu on the stereo
And take drive
Just tell me where to go
I'm by your side
Just know I love you
You need to vent?
Your money spent?
Your

And whoever is against you, boy you know I'll stand for you
Anytime you need a thing I'll lend a helping hand toward you
Ima give you everything you gone be so

Pinko 
Baby, know this one’s for you I’ll miss you ’cause you were The reason why I’d smile Sweetie, always in my thoughts I’m gonna write a song
You

Ms. Jackson

OutKast

So Fresh, So Clean [Import CD]

2001

and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your

to get by
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
I don't even know

on
Nor strength to sing
The words through song
And for you to suddenly do that is wrong
It's wrong because you left me
Floating in zero gravity
I can't

'm not there
So they tell me to move on
(Move on, move on)
But I don't know how to
(I thought I'd be okay by now)
(Can someone show me the way out)