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, sweat and dirt on our hands. Cause we're breaking down the borders. As we light up the lands. You ain't a skag, are you?. Old TK's shack is just a derelict shell. Ain't nothing left now but his notes and
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Bài hát The A Team - Madilyn Bailey, Jake Coco. White lips, pale face. Breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste. Light's gone, day's end. Struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men. And
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to fly! . Ripped gloves, raincoat. Tried to swim and stay afloat. Dry house, wet clothes. Loose change, bank notes. Weary-eyed, dry throat. Call girl, no phone. And they say. She's in the Class A Team
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. Let some weeks go by, we at the dealership. I never took notes nigga, I need the pinkslip. Hit Icy, Mac and Ave for my bullshit. Spent about ten cash. Jumped in the whip and did the whole dash. D
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). -Notes Recorded October 27, 1953. Ray Charles - piano. . The things that I used to do. Lord, I won't do no more. The things that I used to do. Lord, I won't do no more. I used to set and hold your
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high notes, I take the mid. She keep that snare poppin. I come right in with the kick. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Ooh. Boom. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Ooh. Boom
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Near by the swelling ocean, . One morning in the month of June, . While feather'd warbling songsters. Their charming notes did sweetly tune, . I overheard a lady. Lamenting in sad grief and woe
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memory has just been sold. My angel is the centerfold. Angel is the centerfold. (Repeat). Slipped me notes under the desk. While I was thinkin' about her dress. I was shy I turned away. Before she caught
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composer of the song. That my heart sings You may not know. What quarter notes are. Or what I mean by. 'Four to the bar' now Such musical terms. May be Greek to your ears. But deep down inside of me
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. Isn't she. . All of her lovers all talk of her notes. And the flowers that they never sent. And wasn't she easy. And isn't she pretty in pink. The one who insists he was first in the line. Is the
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. Isn't she. . All of her lovers all talk of her notes. And the flowers that they never sent. And wasn't she easy. And isn't she pretty in pink. The one who insists he was first in the line. Is the
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deep. I was singing notes while my niggas played with six keys. Walking in the snow before I ever made my wrist freeze. I was blowing smoke, had me dizzy like Gillespie. Niggas had no homes, we were
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, you're an angel. I only see you in your halo. I was hopin' we could stay close. But we no longer sing the same notes. Pre-Chorus. I rеmember when I mеt you. Thought the universe sent you. Thought you were
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wonder my mom prayed. Lost one of my cuzzos, cursed from them devils. Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan. 'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my
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We are the people our parents warned us about. By jimmy buffett. 1983. For ed polock. I was supposed to have been a jesuit priest or a naval academy grad. That was the way that my parents
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Near by the swelling ocean, . One morning in the month of June, . While feather'd warbling songsters. Their charming notes did sweetly tune, . I overheard a lady. Lamenting in sad grief and woe
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