As time passed by, there's something I realised BCN on it has no fucking say, bullshit kids BCN on the map Don't care if you're big, don't care bout
direction having no clue why they are here, that's not a school yard that's not a game, this is effort in it for the passion open your eyes and shut
it would never change I could always count on you some seconds destroyed all those years now look back, was it really worth it? we're not 16 anymore
Incidents happened lately, my eyes are not special I see like all the rest but problems still exist eveyone must be right, I couldn't care less I
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for you "No--" No soup for you "No--" No soup for you "No--" I'm eating real good, nigga "No soup for you" "No soup for, for, for you" I got no time
buttons. New love is so beautiful. Time just makes it ugly. But fuck it I accept it. no longer will neglect it If a period is late then I will mark it
while I'm doing this I know The place I really wanna go The one I love but never gets near me Tricky It's a beautiful day, well it seems as such Beautiful
down Them things come and they go it's bout the rhymein Now I'm seeing it clearer The season is nearer And still I must change I'm like a broken bill Conservative for
's your excuse But your lack of conscious effort is a bourbon triple proof You've expelled the for your lobby but they lurk behind the door It's a noose
fuck,{laphing} you didnt try so fuck you! If you just put some effort into it...try to fuckin concentrait. Just fuckin do it! What the fuck is wrong with
truth, you fear it, don't wanna hear it 'till the Smith's bust, then you listen up cuz I'm a tell it like it is, like it was or like it always will be
You fear it, don't wanna hear it Til' the Smithsons bust Then you listen up Cause I'm a tell it like it is Like it was, or like it always will be Give
more chatter! forty? for ya hating niggers, fuck ya! ?i love ya! starving ? taking .. above the menu. he started it while i finished it, as i can tell
Of Naked Limbs Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it This passion play Smothered in effort, The thrash of naked
the deal, it's the E-W son) Yo, check it out, you I can tell them, you know what I'm saying (What you say?) Yo yo yo, check it out yo [Kardinal Offishall
