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I'm so sick of everyone in this scene, Got to get the hell out of this city! And I know exactly where, Where I need to be. The best choice that I ever
reading my fanzines And your record sleeves." I said "Get off the phone I don't think we're alone, I keep hearing these noises They're tapping my phone
You always think the worst, I just wanna flirt You found me on my knees, Next thing you're saying "tease" I'm trying to find my phone and my keys, not
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all these wasted years A rag for someone else's tears I wring you out as I hang you out to C'mon c'mon, get off the phone, please, come home It's been
(Oh Canada we stand on guard, for thee) I told this guy where I was from he said oh, Canada kinda laughs it off, real funny huh? yeah, uh, come on (O
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do I'm in
just walking I picked up my car phone to perpetrate like I was talking You should've seen this girl's bodily dimensions I honked my horn just to get
-four Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac Babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see black When you get home', we never had chance to get
with brave men, straight out the housin', we wildin' Names engraved in the pavement Brick building, grown ladies jump off the roof Nigga get paged, then murdered at the phone
I get money and run with the richest men Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again Been down since the jump off begin You know who I am Don't get it all twisted up Get
Louis bed spuds camouflage Let's go She wants the finer things and all that she can get from me She even wants the lovely cutie on my arm She get it
purple haze, then answer the phone Peep the moon through my retractable dome What they thought they assassinated, was only a clone We about to venture off into the unknown Where sun rays hook off
in this bitch! Get buck in this bitch! Get buck in this bitch! Get crunk in this bitch! Get drunk in this bitch! Get fucked in this bitch! Get fucked
this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey Take it money, now let's get it Let's get it Let's get it Let's get it