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a few Don't get me wrong, i wanna do right I just can't seem to live in a virtuous light Headaches by the bottle, heartaches by the number Six of one, half dozen of the other
no ordinary. [Tulisa:] I feel the same until you had to go and tear my heart like. [x2] [Verse 1: Tulisa] Six Thirty in the morning I've arrived early
on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence, to my early
in my head, pow Memories of my nigga but he dead now Lookin back in my yearbook all the years took Half my peers, they're stretched for years And if
much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?) [E-40:] Our age, five-years-old we were young bucks scrubbin' each others
these years These are the last words I have to say That's why this took so long to write There will be other words some other day But that's the story
I reach out a hand over your side of the bed Pull that blanket over your shoulders exposed to the night And the hunger of those early years will never
or later, you too shall burn The night's filled with shadows, the years are filled with early doom The night is filled with shadows, the years are filled with early
He rode the rails since the Great Depression Fifty years out on the skids He said 'You don't cross nobody You'll be all right out here kid.' Left my
Well she seemed alright by dawn's early light Though she looked a little worried and weak She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again But daddy left
Church" A.k.a. "It's Reality"! [Verse 1] Aiyyo, wake up! Wipe the sleep from ya eyecracks It's time to focus y'all, fix ya I-MAX In other words, listen
[Intro - Speaker] {*crowd in background*} So, all of you Africans All of you Africans that wanna do thangs that's workin for other people Y'all need to
North A Lot Of People Don't Realize How Cold It Gets During The Winter But Listen... [Verse 1:] I Met This New Girl Late June Or Early July I Called
be unwrapping Underneath Our Christmas tree Well this year All I'm asking for Is one little wish Let's be naughty And save Santa the trip When St. Nick Comes home early
and got tired of listening to other people's guitar solos. Took up a guitar and started playing lead right away. Then I spent, uh . . . the early part
