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killing. Lie there at your feet, but the face in the mirror has grown older. A bell’s distant ringing, the scorṗ ion stinging. Bells making noise, but your mind don’t care. Words screaming in like you
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. . From a wise man to your red hand. You lay covered ion our best sins. Three hits to the heart son. And its poetry in motion. . Well I dream you constant stranger. With your best bloods and your
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notio-ion (yeah). To jump in the river and drow-own. Irene goodni-i-i-ight, Irene goodni-ight. Goodnight Ire-ene, Goodnight Irene. Ill see you i-in my drea-eams. Stop gamblin and stop all the ramblin
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Bài hát Replay - Queensberry. I ́m to nice for the city. To honest for the game. All the two faced little let downs. They ́re alle one in the same. When ridding ion the track and field. There ́s no
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my face. I can try but there is no replace ion you. No no no my heart keeps beating only for you. Beating beating. my heart keeps beating only for you. Beating beating. If only you can feel like I do
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. You'll only play play play. If you get your way always. In the center-er-er. Of attentio-io-ion. All the lying . And the cheating. The mistreating. How you even sleep at ni-igh-igh-ight. Blows my mi-i-i
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need a degree. We flew a genie to the Philippines. Our backyard a sea. She make wunna ease. We infinity, ion never wanna leave. Baby, when I go why like that. When I ain't shy like that. Steppin' out and
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ion need ha wen da beat drops get rillaDo on one out of . Any five percet fo ten nigga. Any five percent of . Not do what i do i try nigga. Hope you drink. Don't confuse it money bags. White
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ion need ha wen da beat drops get rillaDo on one out of . Any five percet fo ten nigga. Any five percent of . Not do what i do i try nigga. Hope you drink. Don't confuse it money bags. White
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Thought, open your eyes and don't blink. Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct. But yo in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducing Behind thee, the mic champ-ion. More than a step-ion. Mothafuckers sweatin' me
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venus, crab niggas angry. cuz they can't get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon. in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to. her feet, she like
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heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettin'. They clique starts creepin' like Sandinista guerrillas. You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers. Mr. Fash-ion, that style never
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some combination So don't lose track when the wall's at your back. And you're under attack hold on to your hat. As trouble always comes ion sax o' tax. Dark blue astras plain clothes slacks. Hard
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interrogator, 85 percent regulator. The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicater. The seperater of fiction, I spark friction. Smoking "Hay" without the +Crucial Conflict+ion. 4-Ize prescription
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-and-bay officer to fine fermented ale?. The private resources we stole from starfighters. Sending counter attacks to black out return fire. My favourite, the heavy ion cannon. Blue-white energy will
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. Touch ya bag Ion even care cuz I can wake up any day travel anywhere. . Chorus. . They try to show approve. You'd rather see me lose. But I refuse to lose. I run off jet fuel. I'm makin' major
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gents and quite coward. But I'll put you higher than flight pilots. . Gudda Gudda - Verse 4. I am petrifying, The metal turn to lightning. Burn through your clothes like an ion. I am no american