Be still my beating heart It would be better to be cool It's not time to be open just yet A lesson once learned is so hard to forget Be still my beating
They all, ya know, impossible, ya heard me I love my children ya heard me My children love me, yes they do I could never be no dead-beat, ya understand
love like subtle brios, eclipsed crescendos, some swallowed whole. Like things I have to look at: red hair and Rothkos, as if the angels just have to
: Early morning I'm still yawning Kiss the children See you tonight dear Cheerio Henry's an angel when he closes the gate But to the station he don'
got his ass hit (outlaws) Ain't nothing left now Treated like a stepchild Was not for me Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all) Be rocking beats
: [Starts off with the beat of Mike Knox & Freeway's: "Get Gully".] [Intro: 50 Cent] I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthafuckers. GRRRR! [Chorus: 50 Cent
live careless I can live careless and reckless Because I'm so well protected Why, even the fuzz say Capitalist pigs like myself Are a pain No more heads left to beat
far [Verse 1:] I trying to know what's going on Echoes on my cellular phone I know this couple I don't missing Could it be the feds still listening See I gat to beat
: (Baby) why are you doing this to me (Sweetheart) Are those your eyes staring straight back at me (Angel) I see your smile everywhere (Darling, stop
: How sweet and happy seem, those days of which I dream Memory recalls them now and then And with what rapture sweet, my weary heart will beat If I could
swear I'm on my way I know you may not hear me But that's the price I'll pay And I don't know how I would ever go all alone walking on my own Like angels
When the music hits you, you will feel no pain except for pleasure We put it on you, we're from California la la-la-la-la Los Angeles natives creating
of frozen pines not a shred of clothing, yet i feel no cold the woods envelope my soul perception multiplies my senses heighten to extremes my heart beat
Nigga please, straight from the 213 [Bligg] Mer kennt die Type scho am Ton aa, lond mich ans Mikrofon, y'all Vo Zuri ou ja, nach Los Angeles, California
down low, 'Cos you like it my way, all day That's right, listen Love the way your body fits that dress, I also like the way the beat moves your
the down low, 'Cos you like it my way, all day That's right, listen Love the way your body fits that dress, I also like the way the beat moves your
satisfied and her possessions have been sold He's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin' a blindfold And so are you, Angelina Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed? I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within, That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels
