that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer is singin' to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid
you don't wanna be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer is singing to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid fucking
night And it goes? I have lost it all and I have found again All of my reasons It's trickling to an end Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition
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different night And it goes? I have lost it all and I have found again All of my reasons It's trickling to an end Let the saints with me be taken as
Took the West over, I'm the real king You don't believe me, fuck you, kill me I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G Come against me, pussy nigga you
for me Let me see you No, matter of fact clap your hands for me Clap your hands, come on Thank you Jesus You always hear me when I'm calling Always catch me
Show me what y'all know Girl MOOOOOVE! Show me what y'all know Girl MOOOOOVE! Show me what y'all know [Busta Rhymes] Pardon me, now, gimme room again
how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money low You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown You go against
now now you hesitatin boy you makin me nervous The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet Front on me try to run from me hollows be up your back
me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me
up my sleeve Give it all up and leave with nothing And take with me all I got to give! I just wanna make you clap again "Clap-Clap" Just clap again
