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Gregory

Meme si (What you’re made of) Just like I predicted, we're at the point of no return We can go backwards, and no corners have been turned I can't control

Leaky lifeboat slips the shore They were sailing backwards to the freakin' north My brother the wind he's got to know They got to get it together and ...

I work at the Big Star on old 405 I make 6 bucks an hour and I work steady nights Well it might not be much but it's all that I need In that little glass

I really wanna know right now I know you wasn't around When I was leaving myself Yet you seat back and relax And you took all the wealth Is it material

She dobbie, dobbie, dobbie, do, yeah Don't break your promise, no, girl That you once made to me Don't ever use me as you tool 'Cause promise is a comfort

Red rose for Gregory A special delivery with question signs From whom I don't know Red roses for me, a token of love in secrecy Maybe it's coming from

Now I may not be familiar with your language But I sure would like to cross over your bridge Said I may not dress in style as the men in your town do

Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha She was seeking for some vacancy Said she wanna be my secretary She never pass her GCE, no But she said she wanna work for me She

Rumours dem spreadin' Claim that a sensee me plantin' But I man a de Don ina de jugglin' A pure rumours a gwaan (Rumours a gwaan) Please Mr. Officer,