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them grams Money make a bitch fuck a geek on command Yeah, see that sounds good right? I know you smucks just want a piece of the good life Start your little band
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isn't just about friendship This is family right here And that's a bond that can't be broken You know what I'm saying How do I feel about my band of
needed the warmth of a man The gold turned cold in my wedding band It's just a ring on your finger when there's time on your hands When I add up all
Miss Thing with this ring But if I wasn't Tech N9ne Bitches wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne If I did no music, then would you respect mine This wedding band
borough of dem B.K. niggas Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it Rap money in rubber-bands, just for the love of it Straight from
train with no car license, So he boards with an expired ticket has a swipe, Gets a fine cos the change he got don't add up right, We're talking about
bib And I suspect those described as driven Are usually driven by their mum or their dad And motivation something you work on If you cant spell properly or add
bands, who don't mix with pop punk bands, who don't mix with indie rock bands, who don't mix with rock and roll bands, who don't mix with girl rock bands
Love and hate was in the air Like pollen from a flower Somewhere in April time They add another hour I guess I better think up a way to spend my time
just fine, sail away with me Hoist up the mainsail Add a little bam to the ginger ale And head on straight down to Mexico Rockin' the boat with the band
Show a little more, Show a little less, Add a little smoke, Welcome to Burlesque. Everything you dream of, But never can possess, Nothing's what it
song is more than words can speak . . . They helped me win your love to heaven hold . . . Sweet memories in gold. When the band played rock and roll
the warmth of a man The gold turned cold in her wedding band It's just a ring on your finger when there's time on your hands When I add up all the countless
account for their doubts and their fears They can't add up to much without you And so if it were just up to me I'd take hold of your hand, saying come hear the band
I am tonight" Four letter words are seldom heard With such dignity and bite All the poets and the part time singers Always hang inside Live music from a band
This is a band We are two mans And you must understand That we mean fun So everyone Get up and clap your hands Buckle down and feel the seismic shift