whiskey bottle drained on the floor She got no future, just a love to endure This gives some matter to shaking her hide Too late to leave him are the songs
Sit back, matter of fact Teasing, toying, turning, chatting, charming Hissing, playin' the crowd Play that song again Another couple klonopin' A nod,
, it's easy to achieve You cry to weak friends that sympathize Can you hear the violins playing your song? Those same friends tell me your every word Is there no standard
Nana Nana Nana Niiiiii Nana Nana Nana Niiiiii Haha Nana Nana Nana Niiiiii Nana Nana Nana Niiiiii Yo I am a rapper slash nang singer song writer from when
She says she likes my watch, but she wants Steve's AP And she stay up all hours watching QVC She said she loves my songs, she bought my MP3 And so I put
the plastic scraps from the salad Hoping to balance, emotions invalidated And staged on 4:3 aspects Just ballast for sadness, lives shattered Are standard
abhor the horror TV is the place where armchair generals and quarterbacks can experience first hand the excitement of video warfare as the theme song
reads like Chronicles 13 The Constitution The Kama Sutra Morrison, La Ruda Buddha Mansa Musa Pharoah Monch & Pharoah Sanders It seems I got low tolerance And high standards
-huhh, oh yeah Ha ha hahh Forget what mama told me as a little girl 'Bout to get grown, get on and rock yo' world Your body tellin' my body how your song
much! Bye! Ok so now Baby portable rock Pizzicato five! Thank you So much. Before we part Please listen To our latest Song! Tis called Baby portable
We have found evidence that Hip Hops standard 85 RPM When increased by a number as least half the rate of it's standard Or decreased at three quarters
as the angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the Land of love and trust Demons plot a way to turn The Heavens into dust. The standard bearers chosen
pair of testicles Each was labeled with the name "Jack Michaelson" I once heard a noise In the night the most sensual voice A song of love from an eight
ourselves' you know. That's not the standard. You already are the standard. What are you trying to fit into a standard for? We were each created to be individual standards
one more night All I want is to here you say you want me See ain't nobody liver like DC3, I'm a survivor I stay candid, four seat branded Front standard
A If My World Get Out Of Line She Program My Shit I Know My Shit Do Stink But She Can Stand My Shit I Got The Flip Flop Paint On Her Standard Shift
Spoke my mind and didn't stutter one time Ali said even the greatest gotta suffer sometime So I huff and puff rhymes, lyrics so sick with it Set the standard