Search results for 'youre there by pat dailey' Page #7

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Well if you had to guess
Are you shaking like a leaf when you don't know what you feel
You're still in there
Finally we're drunk in that red booth
People

MTV-Get off the Air

Dead Kennedys

Frankenchrist

1985

wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go 

My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses

feel the weight of the world
The pat is clear when you're hanging by a thread.

It took one step to slip from where I stood my ground
For me to figure

for the count
Y'all were there, had my back, gave me a helping hand
Give yourselves a pat on the back, y'all are fuckin' grand
I just wanna clarify

by
No neighbour once in a while
No pat or tap on window pane
To force you into smile

At 9 you think that 29
Is pretty close to death
At 20

I see you
Ruined your day like some spoilers in the preview
I'm running numbers, Pat is burning down the green room
You can be about a dollar, but all

Like a rubber band snapback (snap) like it's on a fat rack
Phatter than Phat Pat not just a snack pack
Wanna be rap cap needs to take a long cat nap (go

you're still on Wii
I see the open portal bringing me to fame
Just remind me, what's your name
Go with my luck and I give you no fuck
With the pat on my

There's no justice, it's just us
Watching your back, it be a must
There are no words that can
Express how I feel even though I act crazy
Go in

I wish I wasn't I wish I had emotions but
Man fuck Bruce he a bitch
Bruce them waves is fake
Where your durag at?, you can tell by the shape
Fuck out

Histrionic and vain
Driven by jealousy and spite
He glowers across his littered desk
His gills distended and purple

Smooth pebbles in a jar
Hazy air

of decks like a sleeve
If you’re known from the endz, then come out by all means
We’ll still bounce till it ends, I don’t doubt that we’ll leave

We don’t

Purple Rain

Beanie Sigel

Tippin' Down

2005

sips on sysurp)
Get it by the 8, by the pint
(or by the kisurp)
Some might take ya high, or a down
(or a bisurp)
Whatever you can stand, floats ur

Frequencies

K-Otix

Universal

Never question my dedication
Most of ya'll are in it
For commercial presentation
No rockin' without the proper documentation
Fuckin' with it before you're

it's too daunting
You're insane in the brain, I'm just B'in real
Loco in the membrane, yeah you're Cypress Hill
Love's a battlefield, and we got battle

cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I

cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio

I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I

to brush off the guilt
Just get out of my way,
There's more blood to be spilled

A hobbyist debaser
Always on the attack
Is it the fun that you're after?

a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go

My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless

of raw and an incense by the door
I forgot I needed more, and I think that will be all
Back when pat would give me dap so he can pass me packed dimes

with Dhall Pat 
Suns blazing so I throw on my hater blockers 
Now the biddies can't tell when I'm staring at their knockers 
So don't huff don't sigh

like a solo flex
Bowflex
Can't nobody put the Soul to rest
Ain't no telling where he's going next but
I'm a go there
All the way
Haters fall back like

in my own tomb, back to you
I get distracted by my own ability to rap this shit and pat myself on the back
I'm an addict, at that
I'm a narcissist, I'm

Felony Niggas

The LOX

We Are the Streets

2000

Blunt in your ear 
Pat in your sock, Trade at the back of the block 
With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark 
We jump in the hoop ride,