I'm Running Around In A Loop, Don't Know Why You Are So Hard To Find. This Is A Crowded Place To Be, Maybe That's Why I'm Confused. I Didn't Know It Was
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I'm Running Around In A Loop, Don't Know Why You Are So Hard To Find. This Is A Crowded Place To Be, M aybe That's Why I'm Confused. I Didn't Know It
] Little, Red, Riding, Hood, went riding on her bike She got just a little distracted cause she see something she liked Just because it ain't grandma's house don't
how to understand you (Love hurts, hurts, hurts) You won't give me a chance (Love hurts, hurts) (C'mon) (Love hurts, hurts) Yo, turn me up a little bit
'm try'na find a sister with the measurements of Nikki Yea, she don't even gotta ask much She my little dancer, she don't need a fafsa Brain so good,
stand up to beauty, dictator of the heart I can stand up for hope, faith love But while I?m getting over certainty Stop helping God across the road like a little
and Banks was puttin out classics, A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die, Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly, Automatic mossberg, who want a
I. N'ouelit ket n'omp ket disrann Emaon e C'Hwezh an Hollved Heb aon na poan a-gevret Bepred e vimp unvan Beauty of the things around here To you a Little
the roof went on fire Hide all, you little children in a dire When I spark in the dark with a lighter Light up and don't die in silence Somebody was sitting
Mars... C'mon! [Verse 1: J. Reyez] When I wake up next to you girl It's like a dream and I'm stuck in two worlds You're beautiful and you're always shining
and needed a hand from a friend of mine This old friend he had a figure in mind It was nothing illegal just a little bit funny He said "C?mon don?t tell
elaborate schemes for monies niggaz worship Beautiful like the pleasure of when I burst my first clip at a nigga who sold me a brick that wasn't WORTH
like I knew it all but I wasn't really knowin and shit buggin when my pubic hairs started growin and shit now hold up, a young nigga now a couple years
worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry Well Maybe just a
long, Jean, got a little show, thanks for the Bordeaux I got to go, push my pirough way down the bayou They got a band up on the stand and a beautiful
them And then I heard the voice of heaven Sayin' don't be scared of anything I heard the voice of the land, The beautiful land, sing I recognize you mother In a little
a lot of shit I know it's hard fuckin with a nigga like me Yeah, you get a lot of respect for that shit Ridin with a nigga You know.. you might as well
