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Banda Hope

obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act Rubber band man,

I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York I hope you're doing well I know a

fly the right kite Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice cubes We can draw (Choose your weapons) or do I choose? When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip I hope

Wayne] I'm getting money I'm the president Junior And in the hood they call me Weezy the future And everybody that's around me ull shoot ya And nigga my band

The Lost Souls be forgot? And if I can't hear the music and the audience is gone, I'll dance here on my own. And I hope the Lonely Hearts' Club Band

I was born in Dublin town Where there was not too much going on down For girls whose only hope Was not to find a man who could piss in a pot So early

I was told And then we met I can't forget How we laughed And then, suddenly the end I hoped, hoped for your love For your love, for your love How I hoped

Me and Billy like to sleep all day, on the floors where we decay. Mohawks in disarray from cutleridge to motherfucking Biscayne Bay. The gangs tried to

are All things wise and wonderful You are In my darkest night You brighten up the skies A song will rise I will sing a song of hope, sing along God