But don't expect me to explain your indecisions Go talk to your analyst, isn't that what they're paid for? You, you walk, you talk, you still function
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beating his kid, and she threw a shoe at his head. I think what he did was wrong, and I wouldn't have had a hard time feeling compassion for him." I had
no tortoise And I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread Just to know that you can't wait to see me dead An idea in your head and a compass in your
the WOOOORRRLLLD FAMOUS Wake-Up Show! [RZA] Bobby Steels, Staple' tails, MC's get your lips stapled Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass
amber, I think it might be time to pluck the stashe' Lily: and ambe is that a zit or are you getting another head! Miley and Lily: GROSS! [our handshake
your textbooks to page 86 and I'll begin...." [1st Verse] Sittin in my class with my head on my desk Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck
: [Violent J] Sitting in the class with my head on the desk Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less I'm staring at the freak that I know
When I stopped to talk He said it really hurts When people look right past you Like I?m not a human being with feelings Love and compassion sitting
coat off, and let me get your name I love that hour-glass shape you got upon that frame I like the way you talk your game we might be one and the same
lion tears the flesh off of a man So can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer Preacher talking
tears the flesh off of a man so can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer preacher talking
like X-O staggering my whole life through me I'm headed to the west like Fievel I know where I'm supposed to be like compass' no matter where the
bleeding after beating his kid?" And she threw a shoe at his head I think what he did was wrong And I would've had a hard time feeling compassion for
doorway Through a long dark hallway, use your conscious as a compass To avoid bein' conquered by nonsense Use your subconscious as a map Once it's time to head
something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something, circle something The crop circles are talking
