she is one such faire
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on the verge of a foul between the explosion of my mind
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with what I understand
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and involuntarily our eyes will not meet, honey
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how glad I would be to die even for you,
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but we are different, funny
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like parts of a different buzz
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and my whole lifestyle just won't change
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let these nights be dangerous
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in the morning I am with flowers
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I'm standing at your porch - bruises under my eyes,
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but if a guy, then a guy - get me right
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I hate this fake, but it is unique
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when the chances not to fall pop up - just catch
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I just love it when there is something in my pocket
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you see, all that is mine is yours, it
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everything that others want to have, but they are not given
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mountains of gold, evenings of unprecedented luxury
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someone's head if someone offends you - say
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I'm unlikely to give you a sunset, and it's hardly to blame
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doing your business in front of you
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every night I'm gone and every time for you
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I run through the yards, changing my numbers
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you are such a gangsta
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I will lay half my kingdom at your feet
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thought you needed glamour, couture clothes
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rustle of green bills
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for a couple of hundred manicures
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you are such a gangsta
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I don't need half a kingdom
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you thought I needed glamour, couture clothes
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the rustle of green bills - leave it all for fools
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in vain you think that coolness is important to me
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why it is in a relationship - it does not matter
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stand up for yourself - that's cool
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in response to words - that's cool
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no matter what people discuss and what they think
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and why do I need, tell me, ostentatious antlers
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you, the main thing, come home alive tonight
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What do I need money, what do I need sequins, what do I need earrings, what do I need roses
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what do I care about, what is my way of catching bucks, throwing everything to the wind
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so let's light up the film of yesterday
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let's cancel the race that has become part of you
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where pretending to be happy
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muzzles, living charades
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false oaths for freebies
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successfully forgetting that oaths are holy
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behind the back the ringing of chains, the crunch of bones in a fight
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you don't need these ideas, forget it!
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for all these signs for the sake of the future good
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don't be a set of a money
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it's a scam for the weak
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I was among the innocent convicts
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there is a difference between truth and law
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then through the mat, through the hell of reckoning
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do not put metal in place of morality
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do the right thing
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you are such a gangsta
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I will lay half my kingdom at your feet
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thought you needed glamour, couture clothes
|
rustle of green bills
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for a couple of hundred manicures
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you are such a gangsta
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I don't need half a kingdom
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you thought I needed glamour, couture clothes
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the rustle of green bills - leave it all for fools
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you are such a gangsta
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you are such a gangsta |