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[Instrumental]
Waiting in my corner, waiting on the bell I was coming off the ropes, I was going to give them hell Now I'm waiting Waiting on the lyric, waiting on the
Stretch me to the point where I stop Run ten thousand miles and then think of me I think you know the place we should meet Don't worry if it's dark and
Come up and be a kite Beelzebub is aching in my belly-oh My feet are heavy and I'm rooting in my wellios And I wanna get away and go From all these mirror
I'm as high as a kite, my mind sours high above the earth. Cut me laughin with a child's delight And as for us these kind of days go I've found worse.
Verse 1: (Mannie) Wha wha wha nigga nigga I put piss stains on private planes 'cause its my jet nigga Money aint shit 'cause my rottweilers drink moet
Lil Wayne: Hello world! Young moola baby! Nicki Minaj: Murda dem, Murda dem (Yea) Just one word body a third of them (Nicki) I kick kick game, can'
Get out the crane Construction time again What is it this time? We're laying on a pipeline Let the beads of sweat flow Until the ends have met, though
Now the time has come to speak I was not able And water through a rusted pipe Could make the sense that I do Gurgle and mutter Hiss, stutter Moan the
fue asi El gran chaman Poseedor del saber ancestral Desdoblado entraba en trance Predecia el porvenir Verdadero paraiso Bailabamos la danza de la lluvia Fumabamos la pipa
4th Part of Pipe Major George Allen (P/M Donald MacLeod)
Pipe Set (Arranged by Scott Long and Dan Stacey) Father John Angus Rankin (Jerry Holland) The Laird of Drumblair (J. Scott Skinner) D Reel/Humors
Uillean Pipe Set (Arranged by Neil Anderson) The Blarney Pilgrim (Traditional) My Darling Asleep (Traditional)
You are a lonely child, nobody prays for you Sadly, faces will remind That you're not real anymore Shadow, sleep softly, dreams will fill your mind You
Ich bin Klempner von Beruf. Ein dreifach Hoch dem, der dies gold'ne Handwerk schuf! Ich bin Klempner von Beruf. Gründlich sein ist jeden Klempners
I'm another coward on a pointless mission hometown militia. The silent majority just got louder No good with words just a fuse and powder. Justified homicide
[random sample] To All them people who said I wouldn't last Don't make me laugh, don't make me laugh [Sage Francis] I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute