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Counting down to midnight
Air filled with delight
This year was not too bright 
But we made it through by candle light

Gather around the tree
You’ll

Piece by Piece

The Tubes

Love Bomb

1985

looks so satisfied 
But I've known about her much too long 
She can't conceal what she feels inside 

I'm gonna show her that piece by piece, inch by

(How you get by lil mama)
She want be high off my lil supply
(She want be high off my lil supply)
Treat you real nice, take a trip to dubai
I get mad off

with it
Want me to fucking wife that ass
I'm trying to always come home to fucking that
Kissing and rubbing and touching
Make you feel all types of ways

miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so

I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain

Now

And I don’t need yours bru I got my own supply
We do this all the time creating a party vibe
Wave your hands in the air let me feel the atmosphere

started hitting my own supply
A fiend getting high, fucking with googly eyes
'Til an art critic came and gave my shit a try
Now I'm on top of the world
Feel

I got a stash of the loud 
Break it down by the G
Grab a lighter to the burn the tree
And become one with the leaf
When I chief (when I chief)
It

that I can't help but sigh
Cause you took my breath away, I don't know how I get by
Without fresh air I need a new supply
So meet me underneath the palm

Young inspiring yeah
Yo Knucks this is nice fam heavy
Look, look

I be sleeping in the studio
See me in the booth late
'bout to hit the corner shop

rich, dues, I done paid a few
Smokin' weed by the zip, millions, I done made a few
State to state, I'm stackin' up and staying out the way

Big bag, I

Wicked Ways [Bonus Track]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP2 [Deluxe Edition]

2013

I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell

I'm getting by

me
Nobody loves you they
Ain't gone help you for free
The air we breath is free
But sometimes I feel
Like there's gone be a fee
A no fit count

the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I

She's my butterfly
Makes me feel so high

I know I don't show it
But you are my air supply
Without it, I'd just suffocate
I used to be lonely
But you

back on track
Get the skates off the rack
Cause the best roller king is
The new ladies mack
The '91 Sheep will supply the two
The Plug One will be fine

undressing
A woman who named Andrea her husband who go by Derek or Derryl 
I cant remember 
This shit happened in December or somewhere ‘round in the Winter

Yeaaa yea
Aye aye aye aye BITCH
One more time
Yeaaa yea
Aye aye look
Don't act like you don't no a young nigga goated
This shit is off top but I feel

The skyline’s shimmering in the night
A world apart, yet so alive

I feel the pulse of the electric air
A humming energy that surrounds me
In this neon wonderland

'm 18, I don't worry 'bout these lame cats
I keep it moving, nomadic in the studio
Now the studio is the only place I feel at home 

I keep my dreams

it’s dry signs
I need to be in the studio more and supply rhymes
And even Bezos can’t afford to by time
Euhh!
I’m thinkin’
Rings shows and flights

the street
Then into the studio just to hook up some beat
Later to the club to make the people feel the heat
Make an honest living and I'm proud about it

fake in the air
Yeah, I can hear you talking bout me
Feel it in the air yeah
Smoke in the air
Yeah, fake in the air
Yeah, I can hear you talking bout me

all the ladies
New edition for my 90's babies
Turn it up a little louder merci
Got demands all you want in supply 

When the night is over I will still