can still do my job even though I've killed all my brain cells With the ciga-weed sticks before I write all my songs During a 60 minute hit with a never empty
Once upon a crime, with the radio on I was trampled underfoot By the prince far guard broadcasting To your living room two miles from bangledesh I will
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cause we can't stand him I know my boys make the bass go boom But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room Aww, aww, Dylan Aww I want your anus
glock and die one day pray with the Lord Scream gun play but run to the cops When I'm in the room your bitch cater to boss Rap Prince Nasir slip hook
: Tricky: She said, she said, she said, she said She said she could tempt me Both in rooms full or empty She said, she said Even might turn out the