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Ain't love enough
Lord we're back on our feet again
Lord I'm back on my feet again
Guess it's time to feel the sun on our skin....shine
by far in ya life
I got heroin by the balloons, kabooms and mushrooms
And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's
I'm one, shot, killed,
(tony joe white)
Willie & laura mae jones
Were our neighbours a long time back
They lived right down the road from us
In a shack just like our
Take me to a time where we don't have to fight
Take me to a time where we can love in light
Take me to a time where we made it, and the world
Take me to a time where we don't have to fight
Take me to a time where we can love in light
Take me to a time where we made it, and the world
kissing the sky
Got lovely ticks and am ever the pride
Sweat to survive and God in my life
so am killing the beat just to get me a life
Ye how ye ye mean
We met at nine, we met at eight, I was on time, no, you were late
Ah, yes, I remember it well
We dined with friends, we dined alone, a tenor sang,
away) Bombs away
And it seems like, in the grand scheme of it all
The world's run by a few people and we never seen them at all
How do they exist if
I'll sweep out your chimney
Yes and, I will bring you flowers
Yes and, I will do for you
Most anything you want me to
If we live in a cottage
like summer in '84,
when we high off potato chips,
new cript and florida were the soul core corridors,
yes them babies mine, fuck i need to go
like summer in '84,
when we high off potato chips,
new cript and florida were the soul core corridors,
yes them babies mine, fuck i need to go
weapons
Dear captain, we're losing him
I don't accept defeat
I feel as if someone is ripping my tissues apart
I feel dazed and confused
I think I'm done for
you're going to creep, then don't come by
If you're going to sneak, then we'll air you out
If you want to drink, I got hella wine
double up my fist
He got a friendly welcome
Dragged the people off in chains
We'd be a whole lot better off if
He sank off the coast of Spain
On the Ivory
as motherfuckers who actually fuck they mother's what
If you don't like it, then don't listen, but don't talk
I'll run up in your prom, with cans of blood
Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity
Ain't no time to fuck around
It sound like we got a hit
If you call yourself a rapper, that just mean you gotta spit
All I
war
Fix my heart
Fix this love
Help me so that we will win this war
I will be by your side
Baby if you truly care bout me tonight
This world is such
Guilty from the womb you were torn
They kept you illequipped and uninformed. United we stand with hand in form
Delusion of those who proffer scorn
I were picking up the benefit's
Wouldn't I?
CRAIG: …Mmm
KAREN: I'd fookin love to be famous
Can you imagine? Going on
GMTV and meeting Ben Shephard
to the left )
im in love with myself since you wanna know the truth
In the closet that's my stuff - Yes
If I bought it nigga please don't touch
And keep
You gave our love so many chances
I know it's because of me we're in this situation
Can't believe that he had our final goodbye
(Where did you go?)
and none left in the chain
Cause it's Rap-A-Lot Mafia man
Is to be fuckin' with man
Watch who you talk to
We kill
If that's what it's brought down
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
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