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kill a brick and drown a drop of water about you. But there's one thing I can't do Can't force you, I can't force you. To slow down, slow down, slow down. You're my one and only I ain't tryin' to mess
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swaggin' listen Linda I'm swaggin'. If you had me then you a has been look at me now a young nigga flashin'. My new bitches name is Yasmine. I never do cuff em' I pass em' like a college exam. Bitch I am
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, the cutie from five fifth!. Life like a movie, she typing her own script. What this? young sis, made it from the cement. Started pushing her own bricks. Put on for her city, I pop in Metropolis
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Here we go, another funky style. Peace to my brothers on 'Rikers' Isle'. Introducin' the crew, that's goin' a mile. To get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild This here part is like section one
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please. For a second, for a minute can we go?. For a second, for a minute can we go?. For a second, for a minute can we go?. For a second, for a minute can we go?. Can we go back when we were young. And
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Like the person needs his soul "uh huh, jeah". Fight the will "ay" to need his own "ay, ay, ay". "Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute". Like the baby "ay" needs to cry
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Songwriters COHEN, LEONARD / ROBINSON, SHARON. The ponies run, the girls are young,. The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it's done ̈c. Your little winning streak. And summoned now
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it builds me up high and then drops me to the floor. Beating me, cheating me still I come back for more I put a lot of love in, it always seems to go to waste. Am I looking for the right thing in the
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Trying hard to have a good time, you bring me down. Always talking to another guy when we go out. Don't I hold you enough, it seems that I don't have much to say. (Nothing to say to you). Should
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You know that it would be untrue. You know that I would be a liar. If I was to say to you, girl. We couldn't get much higher Come on baby, light my fire. Come on baby, light my fire. Try to set
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Bài hát Every Other Memory - Eli Young Band. I have this vision in my head. of your little black suitcase lying on the bed. you standing by the window. staring into space. looking everywhere but
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high school. But you never see the ending. When you're young and not pretending. Singing everything's gonna be all right. And everything was gonna be all right Buried her deep inside, stars stuck in
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Well it was me and Burkam running circles round the joint. Trying to jump on the circus trying to get across our point. Yeah, we were young and dumb and looking for a fight. Burning both ends of