ll be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out of it. It will be yours forever." [Shaggy
all your windows And doors and don't leave your home. Don't. Don't) Love a perfect Night (Don't leave your home. Don't) Perfect night (Don't Leave your
Niggas be transformin like trees, and Another dead, it's the killin season Murder murder murder It don't stop Murder murder murder Till your ass gon' drop Murder murder murder It
the ground Ain't no grave hold my spirit down It's alright mama, now don't be sad It's alright, don't cry for me They can lock my flesh and bones up
and depraved You cannot depend on it to be your guide When it's you who must keep it satisfied It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat She
coming to the ball I go there all the time Behind every tree, there's something to see The river is wider than a mile I tried you twice, you can't be
hard to be cool Born to lose, was what they said You know I was better off dead Born to lose, you're just bad news You don't get a second chance It
the dark, the word is here Can you see the colours in the new born leaves on every tree rescue can be found in each thing, if one just gets into it
fir tree And this old bar Electrified in blue I gotta drop dead simple, childhood view of salvation Perhaps that?s how it was always meant to be And
think, this could be with the frenectomy and a few words of love My Shabop Shalom baby Won't you Shabop Shalom with me Under the old banana tree? My
a teeny weenie triple And we can toast the fact we ain't dead yet! I can't stop eating Your hairline's receding Soon there'll be nothing at all So,
Road. Don't go pokin' down that crooked Old Spur Line Yeah, tread ye not down the dirty rotten Old Spur Line. Two railroads diverged in a yellow wildwood. It
vile and depraved You cannot depend on it to be your guide When it's you who must keep it satisfied It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat
ain't safe no more And Hip Hop ain't your own And if it is then you fuckin' up the crib son You make life look like I don't wanna live one You might
U LAYiN THE LAST PLACE THAT U STOOD LET'S GET iT UNDASTOOD U KNOW i KiCK THAT REAL SHiT iT iS WHAT iT iS AND WHAT iT WAS iT STiLL iS BiTCH! HOOK...
ve been through it under the influence, busting off I'm running into it See me say he didn't do it, put the nine to his mind and blew it 'Cause some times
it didn't seem no good His arms and his legs stuck out like pegs as if they were made of wood Till at last I said it ain't no use he's froze too hard
Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't home And now she's gone, ain't no sun Shine meaning she's gone Hum do a lah, that means, What up, Shah? It's the