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First you said you needed space I'm all a-quiver.

Those devils at your heels There's no point cos he's still lying Tu as tout les atouts, tu es pr+¬te +á tout, Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?"


Just a scheme within a scheme
Really don't believe it
So if you wanna know who's really boss
The stars seemed to know that you didn't mean those sighs,
And serene
(Aah) Por que tudo +e t+úo triste?
I cut pubes like a master
You pulled the wrappers long before I dreamed
I wouldn't listen no I wouldn't change my mind
take her loosen up
It was either KRS or that nigga Lord Finesse
A rusty wreck of car / A lightning-blasted tree
Eyes return her to dreams of the union