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you say or what happened in the end This is my interpretation And it don't, don't make sense The first two weeks turn into ten I hold my breath and
yesterday You couldn't bring me from them Now the story says All my thoughts are of yesterday All my thoughts are of yesterday All my thoughts All my
going back to my town I need it, oh so bad I'm going back to my town When I'll leave your face, I'll be sad My town, my town My town, my town My town, my
Take my heart And keep it in a box Keep it only for The days you need the most Tell me something That I've never heard before Close your pretty eyes
and on and on and on We all move on and on and on Leave the past with a lonely girl Who begs for love from an empty world Learned my lessons and I've
see in the night with, we leading the lifeless Sometimes I just wanna play some shows, make some dough Take it home, lay in my bed, and stay in my safety
m the rookie? But my features and my show's ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it
-Chorus: Don't you wanna pick my Puakenikeni Don't you wanna pick my Puakenikeni Don't you wanna catch me in my red bikini Nothing?s sweeter than my Puakenikeni
weed the Holy Trinity in the mirror where I see my only enemy, your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity [Chorus] [Jay-Z] This is my momma sh-t I
Chorus: {Sampled Singer} Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright {{Napolean}} When I got the news, my
was diggin my news and watching biggest bugger loose in the head, like fuck what the law says might be the mental with the permanent wrinkle in my forehead
heezy, the way you walk I'm tryin' to sample that tonight Off the heezy, we can do it real big, baby Would that be alright Off the heezy, if you was my
I don't have to go to Hollywood 'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song
watchin' my moves My watch and my jewels Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis
I met a shiek from Mozambique Who led me to the Congo He dreamed to go to Mexico And sample a burrito My temperature had risen again It must have been
