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Young Lungs

got your head wrapped around your head Run! Run 'til our lungs are out of breath 'Til we know what we're gonna get 'Til our lungs are out of breath

Round and round and round we spin, To weave a wall to hem us in, It won't be long, it won't be long How slow and slow and slow it goes, To mend the tear

Ever since I was young your word is the word that always won. Worry and wake the ones you love. A phone call I'd rather not receive. Please use my body

how quick that this young?n be To pull out his dick from his dungarees Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries That both of us woulda got sick or had lung

how's the love wavin' the ocean morn'? How 'bout the young, do they still possess the poetry tongue? And do they still grief [? ] like the depth of the lung

(feat. Peedi Crakk, Black Thought, Tu Phace, Young Chris) [Intro: Peedi Crakk] Hot shyt, hot shyt, come and get it, come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt

Bretons, merde a Paris ! Accroches au roc, les mains, les pieds, Retrouves respect, fierte. En route vers la Bretagne Young and adults, we sail ahead relentless, Cheeks stinging, wind north, nor'west, Lungs

lung, money catscan So Cash Money heart bleed, Young Money, one hunny [Lil' Twist:] (Twist... Young Money) Before I leave home, well manner Nice, respectful young

Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young