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Ben Lee How Could That Be

't live without your breath You are all that I adore I'd say if you were the sun, I'd be the rays But I don't think that's a suitable metaphor me How can that be

Prices so low We pratically given the coochie coo away Shake that booty, Shake that booty Its not a bake sell, its a cake sell God Damn It Pimp of the Nation, I could be

on that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man how in the fuck do you

Ono Ohh Teach us how to cry Teach us how to dream Teach us how to die Teach us how to scream Teach us how to f*ck Teach us how to pray Teach us how to be

that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man? Music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man, how motherfuck do you think

on that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man how in the fuck do you

Prices so low We pratically given the coochie coo away Shake that booty, Shake that booty Its not a bake sell, its a cake sell God Damn It Pimp of the Nation, I could be

that dust or cornstarch familiar with that smack man The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack man Pac man how in the fuck do you think

air You see these kicks Ump they kinda rare Even got a phone that I be using in my lair Don't ask me unless on mire Just know that the beatz gonna make