Check my resume, look back at my past to this present day Always been a pirate who been tryna find what treasure lay Castle on the hill, far from where
conversation (How you Doing Baby?) And you might want a man who just say straight I'm nasty (Straight I'm nasty) From Tallahassee (It's a hate 5-0) You're far to classy (far
This is a ? but a mere portion of a semi-important life Far from a complaint, but a mere look at the present showin you the changes that I made The proverbial
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when you're talkin', that make me sturr [Chingy] I like the way you look in them pants, see ya fine (fine) Your momma a quarter piece, she far from
the street about me Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin
You and me we're cut from the same cloth it seems to some we famously get along but you and me are strangers to each other cuz you and me: competitive
God, I'm such a terrible mess. I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never have guessed, that I'm a sucker for their gossip, man I take it too far
a London?.. Un hiver???jour de l'an.. Translation : A Summer In Paris Like a Summer in Paris, ... at night Far away from all my worries, ... I can live again Far away from
river, they never gave us a bridge They gave us a bridge card, nigga Ridin' low, puffin on lye I came way too far to fuck it up now Text from my mom
read "Have Mercy on His Soul" They all play on penny whistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row. Across
read "Have Mercy on His Soul" They all play on penny whistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across
on the stars, let us land on the stars Let us land on the stars We 'bout to do it real big like outta this world and we takin it far Shootin for the moon
niggaz groovin I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin From your conversation
Eagle land it went south Now we got the cake Paper plate money Every time I hitch a state High on this pressure life Famous from the mud Got the game from
; if you're wearing those big old ugly cotton jobs go to the toilet and take 'em off, okay? So far, ladies and gentlemen, the response from this particular
