'all motherfuckers know how it's goin' down Gotta get that paper y'all That's right, uhh Uh huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah Paper chase y'all, paper chase
the paper rain, hey You've been walking in a paper rain Storm inside your head on this perfect day Come down from your cloud and walk my way And let the paper
Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are - to shove away the hand so fast? Who do you think you are? Well, maybe I'm the devil, to harbor the
wall warts and wires, emphatic the (p)liers you hide up your sleeve the net work delays cant hold me from the day that i lick the bowl clean you know
I laid my black heart on the table It may just make itself at home My tender jewel my precious pearl My ruby red my diamond girl I'll see you head up
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I wish to use my body as a torch I wish to use my body as a guide To stream across your transatlantic sky On a firecracker fourth of July I'm raised on
Maybe better you than me You're much weaker, you're more clumsy When I forfeit my patience to you So maybe you've had too much wine Piggy's flushed up
So this is Xmas And what have you done Another year over And a new one just begun And so this is Xmas I hope you have fun The near and the dear one The
I didn't bother coming on back home. I didn't bother calling you on the phone, 'cause there are the little punches, they won't hurt anymore. You're getting
I tried so hard to be good. I really did; to keep my comments inaudible, to smooth the curl of distain from my lips and nostrils. I can't really help
This is it, huh? Today's the day? I've got something built up in you When I search the skies it's the Same thing When I search those eyes it's the Same
Henry, tell your wife everything Henry, put the bible under your hand/head Henry, bite your lip if she says Do you love me? Do you love me? Henry, what
Working so hard every night and day And now we get the pay back Trying so hard saving up the paper Now we get to lay back Champagne kisses Hold me in
My death is like a swinging door, a patient girl who knows the score Oh, whistle for her and the passing time My death is like a [incomprehensible] truth
Slip soft that serpintine And live life off of our knees Saw tooths and hate Can edge away ape-man dignity She said... "You better leave with what you
Are you planning your escape? Are you crumbling for the evening When I'm asleep and you're awake? I swear to god I'd take it to the grave But are you
One man with the Warped heart With the fake legs and the False starts I'll put a curse on you Restrict the lines on my hands I'll put the hex on you,
