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normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
resuscitate my weary soul ooh-yeah
In your arms, I find my strength
In your love, I find my peace at length
With every heartbeat, I feel alive
In your
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
naughty, naughty
The way they took me down like a forty, forty
One in the bed and one in the chair
One might suck my toes while one braid my hair
In
I crack your bottle then watch how Xzibit bust
I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate, I set it straight
Start to shakin' you down, breakin'
keep one on each arm)
Pop off in that Phantom with the doors suicide
I got a freak in the front and a freak in the back
I'm bout to double up (One
memories all the good times stay in the past
Small kids with a big laugh
Never thought that yours wouldnt last
On the freeway going like ninety
We was just
saddling
Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddling
Down a stream of water, wet any nigga challenging
Blow one all in your knee cap leave you
to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more:
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like another freak named
Christ
And we are Judas kiss
What if your mom was crying out for love
'Cause god knows that she is
Oh, if I-I-I
If I could throw my arms around
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
anymore
This sounds like Tears for Fears"
I thought about textin' a friend
About how depressed I was by this band
By I didn't feel like
That's the scent of coming home
Quit your idolizing, you a part of the Attack of the Clones
I'm getting stoned like I'm in the seventeenth century BCE
the past
And I ain't seen you, since the last day of class
Used to sleepover, watching movies till 3
Then peace, wake up, start walking down your street
I've been, in this dark hole for too long
That, its starting to feel like home
Look
Its 3Am
Sitting down playing my acoustic
Reminiscing my past,
to the sides, like spread wings. On the inhale, stretch your chest by gently pushing it to space in front of you, while your arms are pulling towards the space
whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing
Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? arms length up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the truth
don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't
don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't
don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
up and down like a U-N-L-V rebel
The answer be amongst us 'cause we rarely dig acoustics
Can't be too much flackin', not too much packin'
You must
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