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Joke me something awful just like kisses on the neck of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
Twenty one and lost out on the street You won't take nobody's sympathy Back at home you reached for love But you was turned away Black and blue you
From a whisper in the wind To a loud scream the message came That I'd lost you to the warmth of another man I've seen more tears fall from your eyes
Ooo I didn't talk too much, in fact not at all But to ask for the price I was to be no fool Moneys no time to waste or to shoot up the wall Yyou got the
One time You made me cry Be proud that I Remember My chin is sore The bruise is gone But the spot is tender Gave my hand a sister coy To Cotton Alley
smoke and the soot, mother would put The milk bottles out We had a good time in Doubleback Alley With fences to climb and Father O'Malley To clip your
Kids standing in the streets Angry faces and weapons on their feet Broken step broken bottles on the ground Tension's thick you can feel it all around
Do what you wanna do Say what you wanna say Be what you wanna be Don't matter what they say People want a solution But maybe there ain't one to give
On a tuesday in the rain, I never thought there'd come A day if I put myself to the test, Would I ever raise a fist Would I just shut my mouth, Would
Sneakin' Sally through the alley Tryin' to keep her out of sight Sneakin' Sally through the alley When up pops the wife I said, "I can't find nothing
Coolio: what up fow? -ain't nuthin man, wassup wit you? C: try'n to get my hustles on, you know how it is (right, right) -what you doin' nowadays?
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Joke me something awful Just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
-------------------------------------------- On a hot summer night if there's nothing to do There's a place near the park and Woodbine Avenue And as the
Herbert Vianna / Bi Ribeiro No beco escuro explode a violencia Eu tava preparado Descobri mil maneiras de dizer o leu nome Com amor, odio, urgencia Ou
