Think about the times when you're happy Think about the times when you're sad Think about the life you're living Think about your life and be glad You
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am fucking boy, sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio Yeah, uh huh, okay, once upon a time in College
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming After working all year down at 'Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing' So one night when my family and I were gathered
half a tank in her Pontiac when she made her get away She spent half that night drivin' to her sister's in Santa Cruz She had half her life to think about
Grounded like I came home late on my curfew And proved I was better than most niggaz my first two (what) Lil' years in the mixtape league Now it's biddin' war time
't call after ten," but you know that I did 'Cause I couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout you I think about you in the summertime And all the good times we had
house (Survivin' the game) Survivin' the game man (Survivin' the game) It ain't easy when you out here for uh (Survivin' the game) Ten years
were On a bed, legs in air, ass-cheeks open wide They were about to get fucked like it was their first time. When one makes 20 million, ten thousand
hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parrallel park Kentucky derby on the grill the fact that I'm free lets me know God is great ten year marathon
of a time down here at Gutfest this year Uh, you can hear behind me now, that's uh, I think they're called Blue Death Just one of ten, ten bands that
about me yo let's talk about you And all the wonderful things that you and I can do I popped some cash and in a little bit of time I showed some cash
milli Fuck them rumors man, I'll tell you the dilly Yeah I went to jail 'cause I slapped a bitch silly Frank Villy, California's most hated The last ten years I think
songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck {After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio
with the king for years, about ten of 'em Recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em Tears and fears for my peers, they rippin' You think
there Repersenting Page County You know what I'm saying? Everybody doin songs talking about what they got and they jewelry and they cars I'm gonna talk about
about Mr. Diggs and Jimmy and the God Oh, your crew after you left they got a little chest hair After hard rocks yo, they'll meet you here next year
