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fear I don't care you never had the guts to face me Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! I need you Bye bye blues bye bye blues lay awake until the stomach
down, down, down Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Get caught with 30 rocks, the cop looked like Alec Baldwin End
blue flower echo From a cherry cloud baby *chorus* A present from you Strawberry Letter 22 A present from you - yeah Strawberry Letter 22 *end chorus* *bridge* Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
problem scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler so many hands raised as the band plays I'm here now, watch how many plans change [Kanye West
that bitch a t-rex you must be on that heat, cause you soft as riding secret def can hate, i got your hoe photo on coast of key west we just, Sippin
the end of the hours on the clock i'll end your days u'll think im crazed when i give u the midnight rock end of sentence...full stop. Now what you gonna
up give it up or get rolled up swole up thought I told ya 'bout this Maad Circle Soldier Allstars locs pieces khakis and linens the OG Godfather with the blue
on natural high The man can't put no thing on me So dig me when my mind stretch out, it?s astro black Time reachin' end to end, nappy afro blue We'd
the hip hop scooby doo why whatch the jar drop let the sunset stop BANG! was my friend to the end Chukie was a lucky so here's your end friend I sets
up (Mos Def, K West) Throw your hands up (There go people, get this shit off ya chest) Throw your hands up (North to the south, to the east, to the west
in ya artist, leave with his broad Red, white Blue, black Calm down Move back Motherfuckers askin' Who is that? You know it's the Almighty, mighty Blackjack Mos Def K West
game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record it Album shop it, its all the same thang Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise I look at these blue
Pryor, setting stuff on fire We got funky, rhymes Stuff you had swinging, like a monkey, I'm always hanging 'round, living off of Vine as in West Philly
' dawg we don't care who got next If you start it we gon finish it It wont stop till we see the end of it wont stop until the end of it We comin out on
open up your mind to this concept then you take one step straight from the feelin of a wordsmith thats the herb shit up on my 22 spins in my baby blue
nigga with the versatile style Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues When
Sir. I ain't no gangbang rookie on the gangbang fool me I'm a boss out here on the west ..is my home which rollin with my blue bandana on my neck Girl
