Billy Gilman - About Me
i'm standing by you
watching you cry
asking what i did wrong
this is about me
again

Chorus-1X
This is about me
i wronged you again
i'll leave you alone to cry

Baby i
Beach Boys - Add Some Music To Your Day
The sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul
There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone
The world could come together as one
If everybody under the sun
Add some m
Apex Theory - Add Mission
Behold the movie of the year
Tastes like luck, but feels clear
March on nails for biter souls
Until rust becomes rare and cold.

Behold the movie of the year
Tastes like luck, but fe
Ange - Au Café Du Colibri
Tiède se veut la nuit,
S'ouvre la boîte à souvenirs ;
Limpide coulait ma vie
Quand j'étais clown, quand j'étais rire ;
Mais j'avais trempé chemise
Dans un naufrage !
Le cirque trop s

C-Murder - Ride On Dem Bustas


[Featuring Magic Ke'Noe]
(Helicopter propeller)
(Whisper getting louder)
Real nigga
Real nigga
Real nigga
Real nigga
(C Murder in background)
From the motherfucking (?)
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound
It's the realist
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with a motherfucking round
Chorus (2x):
Real niggas and we ride on them bustas
We some real niggas scream fuck them motherfuckers
(C-Murder)
I smoke weed, when my mind gone, I aint tripping
Bullets flipinng, young nigga bout that hollow chipping
Fliping Ki's on the block, where them G's at
Go them hoes sucking my dick till they knees crack
Drop top 6 all black with the black tints
I got them niggas pushing crack like a Mack 10
A dollar short and I'm coming
bout to have these fools running
Hundred rounds humming, bout to break em off something
Call my cousin Rock on the Mobile phone, he at home
Macnolia projects, straight from Clebourne
In the city, where the shitty niggas quick to give you
A ticket to the morgue (nigga) after they kill you
Fuck the penn, cause if I go again, I'm a rider
You never catch me slipping, I got my heater right beside, uh
Running from the cops, cause the law, I don't trust ya
I'm a real nigga and I ride on them bustas, I'm a
Chorus (2x)
(Magic)
I sick and I'm tired of all the fakers
Niggas be talking about they gonna keep it real
Nigga give me the strap and get in the back
This shit is about to get real
I came here a head-buster, a dome-crusher
They founded out I can rap and uh told me put down the strap
Now I'm getting favors screaming NIGHTWARD
I written this shit, I took it in blood its tatted on my arm
So now when i ride I take the nine with
It don't take less than 2.5 to get me
I'm with C, I'm with Serv, and we smoking on some herb
Contiplating on how to get cha, cause you done struck a nerve
Who gone ride with me (my niggas)
Who gone die with me (my niggas)
Who gone bust at these cowards with me
Who gone ride with me (my niggas), I'm a
Chorus (2x)
(Ke'Noe)
Now Ke'Noe ??? major fire as this motherfucking track
oughta ??? a ride you motherfuckers (right)
But I got a little somethings to take to these motherfuckers
you them niggas them bullet suckers (bitch ass)
You know them niggas that steadly ain't scared to die
but they'll take a bullet?
Well C and Magic, give me a pistol with a happy trigger
I got ready to get home and sound some loot
I'ma pull it, just to think
I got this motherfucking tank by signing a contract
Bitch you better get your motherfucking mind right
Ask T how the fuck I act
I was riding on niggas block
when you niggas was still running from the cops (bitch ass)
I done made a little motherfucking money
so you really think that shit gonna make me stop (shit)
I got a tatoo on my stomach that made me motherfucking bleed
So every drop that hit the ground,
for every round in the tank nigga you know I believe (believe)
I done got bad on this motherfucking microphone
But if C call me nigga and take one of you niggas home
fuck, ride nigga, what
We some
Chorus (4x)
Fuck all them motherfucking bitch ass,
punk ass, playa hating pussy
motherfuckers out there talking shit
Cause when I run up on you motherfuckers,
you bound to get your motherfucking wig split (bloom, bloom)
Ol' soft ass, cheesy, funky, dirty,
ol' shoe wearing dirty moterfucking poot
stain draws bitch ass, yellow belly motherFUCKERS, BIATCH!
(Chorus come in low and gets louder)
That means you bitch
3rd ward, nightward nigga
No Limit, cause I'm in it
Nigga Ke'Noe, again on the motherfucking bito!
Daily soungs nigga incognito! Bitch
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Arid - All Will Wait
We wait for love to come
We抣l all go down
We抣l take our turns
We walk across
A new born world

All will wait for us
All will wait for us

I sail along your s
Badly Drawn boy - All Possibilities
All possibilities
Are landing at my feet
There's nothing I can see
But possibilities

All colours are changing in my eyes
Your hopes are all fading, that will never do
You're seei
Beastie Boys - Alright Hear This
Because I Grab The Microphone And I Pick It Up
And Then I Fuck It Up And Then I Turn It In
And Then I Turn It Out, Got The Body Rockin' Sound
And Then You Know I'm Gonna Get Down And
Eat A
Aufray Hugues - Adieu Monsieur Le Professeur
(Chorus)
It doesn’t really matter what you lack
He’s always there to knock the monkey off your back
It’s so amazing that he loves you like that
You got to turn it around, turn it around, y