to me, show me you'll be wrapped about me. Tell me, tell me, tell me everything you and I can share within, Oh, the darker moments vanish into air. Breathe me
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girl, I don't want ah Solicitin that pussy like she standin on a corner Her breath smell like Corona, and Patron, and marijuana She givin me her numba
hold her to his chest So he reached out and she reached out And he touched her and she drew him in And kissed him as he breathed his final breath Because
me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster hundred shot drums'll run out! They dumb out, you heard of me They call me big homie! Me I make the register
flow Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me Homicide can't scare me I O-bide by the
ass fashion And the people don't breathe Comin' down in a cold ass fashion As you're biting my sandwich Comin' down in a cold ass fashion Smear me sauce
Brick City!! [Reverand Run] Aiyyo.. now bust it Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney Buy me
me? Bitch, fuck with me then see that my little aliens, yeah We come to your city, can they really put it on down with the pistol? Can you feel me, feel me
was never clear It just carved itself in me All I saw was frost inside my head On the night he said to me Someday we'll live like horses Free rein from
s going on in her heart I couldn't eat, sleep, find my feet I think I used a little too much, force Come see me, you can heal me Turn your head back
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn hard Fat rhymes everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale (HOOK) (K'naan) I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret And Wale been tellin other rappers take a deep breath
boy a civilized jew boy I got my one two three four five a six horse for equality Vocal chamomile and wallabies I smoke lot like thought it be got me
sprite, yeah you heard me dirty I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans Representin' St. Louis every time I breathe
fence So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced Fast-paced city life, but country livin's the sense Man, I copped me a Caddy said, "To Hell wit
public enemy and reagan youth I see no world peace 'cause of zealous armed forces I eat no breath-mints 'cause their from de-hoofed horses Now I can
in morning traffic With a golden hand by your fortress side But without magic Somebody tell me it won't be long 'Cause a horse is not a home A horse
'cuz I don't agree wit police either We ain't eager to be legal So please leave me with the keys to your jeep eagle I breathe ether in three amounts
