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moves, I could never dream
(Take me back to the golden day)

Girls let me tell you
It was just like an old movie scene
He was Carrie Grant and I his

Going all Carrie Underwood on my truck
They get crazy and mean
And everything in between
You can't blame no one else
When you brought it all on yourself

bitch made muthafuckka
Yeah saving the three best for last in this muthafuckin' joint
And what do we tell em?
Suck on my nutz
It's the a to the z,

very good
They can never tell me where not to come I'm good in every hood
If they don't understand it by now ion think we'll never get it understood
Cuz

Don Corleone here to tell you about loyalty, respect and underground shit

The myth of a man let your bridges wither and dance
Oblivious now,

when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we're arguin' more and it's gettin' less romantic
Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
But

was Granada
It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along
Entranced by the beauty before me
Entranced by a land full of flowers

Granada

Frank Sinatra

A Man and His Music: The Collection [DVD]

2011

once was Granada.
It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along,
Entranced by the beauty before me,
Entranced by a land full

gonna do small talking
I only want to tell the truth.
I'm not keen on average walking
One romantic afternoon.
I'd much rather fuck
I'd much rather fuck.

And me feeling she (Yeah yeah)
Tell her seh mi need her by mi side
Pull up inna something top down so fly
Water deh a ocean drive
She fell in love in ah

for the gods my nigga tales by moonlight

Bottles on the floor I ain't worry bout nothing and you know it
You move too fast like you ain't got class

to do LSD by the blotter
Now, I'm hopping over beats like Frogger
I'll take Leia over Amidala any day
RIP Carrie Fisher, one of the greats
The Lord give

yourself
Doesn't it feel so good
To know the guilt
Can only be seen by one
Give it up
Does anybody know if we are coming or going
This time
If you lead I’ll

slowly is what the camera light
Prince and Mike, gradual
They had to
My chest hit look at Bennington
He had it all yet he ended it all
So tell me how

to say I'm fucked up?
Bitch, you fucked half the city now you're doing it for money
So tell me I'm fucked
And I'll prove to everyone you're just another

like
I might play it quiet but you know that I'm the man, right?
You gon' have to pick a side, come here, let me pick your mind
You can tell me all

to that zone
You want to do the quicky by the road?
[Bend down low make I see road]
She wants that love by the road
She tell me say "turnah" and I want it

Until I Met You (Corner Pocket)

The Manhattan Transfer

The Anthology: Down in Birdland

1992

the notion
Love is a game
Did you imagine his emotion
Everybody plays it the same
Ever was the kind t' go f'coolin'
It's a game - why' play by the rules

apply at Boris's house

Come around, it's my birthday
Enjoy yourself but don't tell Sue Gray
Investigated by Cressida dick
Fingers crossed they charge

of the bus, by the home, and behind the bell as she wore my clothes and called herself Tom DeLong

Wait till I tell you the shit that came along
I know now

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Bandage on my heart it cover damages
Sometimes I get to tripping
Most the time though I be managing
But me and music been on this romantic thing
I love it

have no ransom
Payed my deeds-reprimanded
My life I've been cave abandoned
Me and you sounds romantic
My love for you is gigantic
Girl why you so

when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we're arguin' more and it's gettin' less romantic
Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
But