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green & red, If you need a friend I'm here, Yeah, but no-one understands me any more. There's no way home, There's no way. Out of the box you've made
party in the Grand Canyon, come on! Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh See I know what it is, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out Hey! Hey
[Bruno Mars] This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped
on his face, an open case at his feet As the people toss change passing 'round the street He sleeps under the bridge in a cardboard box But when the stars come out
raise their open, filthy palms Like tiny daggers up to heaven And all the JuV halls and the Ritalin rats Ask angels made from neon And fucking garbage scream out "What will save us?" And the sky opened
goin' to the church that night She had his box of letters in the passenger seat Six pence in a shoe, somethin' borrowed, somethin' blue And when the church doors opened
you got. Try to turn me down bitch get fucked with the volume nob, Fuck all you snobs. Hoes I hope all you rot. Two bottles of lubriderm and a box of
fresh from the lands of Shaolin, nigga Check this shit out man, yo He threw a kick at me, I back slapped him, I pulled out the mack He kicked it out
it take Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh How many licks does it take Till you get to the center of the? Oh, oh, oh This verse goes out to my
ve stolen all the magic Took my melody Little By Little Turned so nasty now The dark's there The pillar of my soul The last one out of the box The one
box My dick in a box babe It's my dick in a box Ooh, my dick in a box girl Christmas, dick in a box Hanukkah, dick in a box Kwanzaa, a dick in a box
many funny things I know there's a perfect girl out there for me, 'cause I see her in my dreams Dream girl, you're a fantasy, you're the only one Out
this box of one dozen Starving crazed weasels." I said, "Okay, I'll take that." So he hands me the box, And I open up the lid, And the weasels jump out
call me the king of the spreadsheets Got 'em printed out on my bedsheets My new computer's got the clocks, it rocks But it was obsolete before I opened the box
