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Creo veil...
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...por ID on front end.
For my people with the front in the noise-blade
section
This is for the headsets, lovin' the mix My people in the front, oh, carbon and speck
Got us in the box, on top of the pitch Hilt's all poods, oh, hoppin' his bitch
So we the punk leaders, punk-sy-comp beaters We bump and pump, meeters, we dronky-chomps
Need us, uh, jump with us Down the front, if it's your flavor
Come get drunk with us This life turned out nothing like I
Why not, but now I should've had some land Some money in my hand, round about 50 grand
But I got nothing, nothing, I'm run rhymes in the box I keep sufferin', sufferin'
Fuck the lines of the dots, he keeps sniffin' That shit is for the punk, cause this shit is for my boys
My people in the front, oh, I'm goin'
In the middle of the road, to faces I know I fell in love with the people in the front
Oh, hoppin' his bitch, lovin' his bitch, lovin' his bitch, lovin' his bitch
In the middle of the road, to faces I know I fell in love with the people in the front
Oh, hoppin' his bitch, lovin' his bitch, lovin' his bitch, lovin' his bitch, lovin' his bitch, lovin' his bitch, lovin' his bitch
Check it out
I got hip-hop taste buds I wanna hear that bass when I make love
Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up Right rhymes to get me through a breakup
You're such a senior
No chaser, went through 50 breaks No favor, till I found this one
And made the bass up with the drum My savers would come back, tongue dash up
Like a thumbtack, soy-tied James is saying
Get my fuck back
One track, eight track, gay dab residual
Noiseman fucked up, we're clean with the digital toys
I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me
Throw your hands in the air, like you're hailing a taxi
I moved to the funk floor, you're stepping out your drunk bro
Distance for my peeps and the freaks in the front row
You know I look the right, faces like no
I say I know, the people in the front row
I say I know, I look the right, faces like no
You know I look the right, faces like no
I fell in love with the people in the front row
I say I know, I look the right, faces like no
People don't complain if stuff is in here
And you win the front row or carbon and beer
And Claude Bonestone say the place is wrecked is your fault
If the roof is on fire it's an electrical fault
Man of visual bowl, when I bring a live like Friday night
Footy in my hoodie, I can hard-eye
Get a life on the brakes on my pace one
Lights if you're heading to the bar, grab your mate's one
Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey
I got life, half a meal with monopoly money
There's no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand
We can lay on the beach and count
Grains and sand and take a plane to Japan
And drink sake with the mafia
Find Olivia for some bakari with Gadapia
Dinner date, followed by a funk show
We rip off her tops and jump around in the front row
You know I look the right, faces like no
I say I know, the people in the front row
Oh how much love, how much real love, how much real love
You know I look the right, faces like no
I fell in love with the people in the front row
Oh how much love, how much real love, how much real love, how much real love
Yeah, put me here and I'm all yours
Not for the money and it's not for the applause
No, no, no, oh no, no
You know I look the right, faces like no
Sizab?
Subtlety
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