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Кто-то предаёт ради мелкой наживы А кто-то ради денег становится лживым. Я же по средствам спокойно живу в этом мире. Кто-то набивает карман свой бездонный
thesis you still will drown And that XXL dude that said I would fail YOU STILL A CLOWN Can't get a digit or live it how could you even grade me I'm the
keep hope alive Survive, and 95 'ill get you paradise So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride But look into my eyes, i'm too wise to cook fries Twelveth grade
hope alive Survive, and 95 'ill get you paradise So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride But look into my eyes, i'm too wise to cook fries Twelveth grade
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Mirror, mirror on the wall Tell me who is the fairest of them all? A girl who sings in a far away place Called England What's her name? Annabella Lwin
to keep hope alive Survive and '95, I'll get you paradise So I tried, nigga had to swallow his pride But look into my eyes, I'm too wise to cook fries Twelfth grade
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den spiegel schauen ohne zu erschrecken einen fernsehsender den ich anschaun kann ohne zu zappen was zum essen in meinem kühlschrank worauf ich grade
comin' out crazy, whack CHORUS I'm sicker than the Aids sores with band-aids If my eyes are blood shot, I just put on my shades I never got good grades
asscrack" Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade Ain't nothin lyrical
thesis you still will drown And that XXL dude that said I would fail YOU STILL A CLOWN Cant get a digit or live it how could you even grade me I'm the
if it's what it seems I've been there many times before But only in my dreams (INSTRUMENTAL) How're you doin' out in California Now that you've made the grade
Well I was thinkin' to myself, how could I get mental And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find
Phillies than Pete Rose These dos, niggaz that'll lift ya mentals Lyrics'll twist your temples into pretzels like the Triumph instrumental My instrumental
Too late, old man Yo' debts have been paid Yes, your race is done ruined Man, you can't make the grade 'Alrighty now, I'm up, play one' (instrumental
6th Degree - Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence [42:04] music by Myung, Petrucci, Portnoy, Rudess I. OVERTURE [06:49] (instrumental) II. ABOUT TO
