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bare feet, or in her high heels. No matter how she moving, it's all the same thrill. On top of my Yeti, on an old boat dock. Standing in the river on an old flint rock. Clouds roll by. She get me
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you started to guess There was someone else. Though his flint glass, seeing all of you immersed in his sepia Into every young man's bedroom, you gave it up. On DVD and magazine, you gave it up. A
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. . With threats of gas and rose motif. Their lips apart like a swollen rose. Their tongues extend, and then retract. A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss. . Doors like flint and window
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the kind that likes to take it way out. Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat. Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner. Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down
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fast. You let your heart go too fast Broken glass turns back to flint and sand. I only cease to love as love demands. As you know it takes a while to clap those. Fragments from your idle hands
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Every day I drive to work across Flint River bridge. A hundred yards from the spot where me and grandpa fished. There's a piece of his old fruit stand on the side of Sawmill Road. He'd be there
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fast. You let your heart go too fast Broken glass turns back to flint and sand. I only cease to love as love demands. As you know it takes a while to clap those. Fragments from your idle hands
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it turns to it see myself come spin through top of you. my flint lit slit that attitude. lil brain got confused. choo choo train of thought in my logic loop fear over pride lil boy. flood you can't
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). Talkin 'bout your girl my favorite topic. You can't even see me, you would think I'm microscopic. Gravy ballin' out like the fuckin' Flint Tropics. Turn these bitches on 'cause I'm really good at Bop-It
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velocity. Like Alexander Munday - I'm in like Flint. Mercedes limousine with a hardcore tint. I'm captain of the ships - I make 'em walk the planks. Riding round the world - hundred sixty million francs
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, dirty Slug. I keep it movin like Flint 707 I'm out to bomb Ban 2. Rip 170, , F. B. I. Hi Darth Bramble, 147 Shy. Rockin whole cars, you ain't seven Kevin Krash. Just to name a few style elements from
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. De wickedest time. Me ever gonna come. Born Jamericans. Steel to yah flint stones. Now put it down (and). ((Proper megaton doogle?)) (Yeng). Sometimes coffee. And sometimes tea. You know seh
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, *. You get a dumb hoe, and get dumb happy. Go to the gun show, get gun happy. Stuck, killed, mugged, milt. Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk. Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells. We the
