Exactly how much will have to burn? Before we will look to the past to learn We walk along this endless path Which has led us in a circle so here we are
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It's 1200 miles from Palm Springs to Texas But tonight it's right next door For a week each year, it's the old frontier That's what brings them here,
(Ten thousand bedrooms, ten thousand bedrooms, ten thousand bedrooms are all too few) If you're a special kind of dreamer With a dreamer's point of view
THIRTY MORE MILES TO SAN DIEGO (Casey Anderson) « © '67 Unichappell Music » Thirty more miles to San Diego Thirty more miles and I'll
This really feels like flying Am I lighter than air? Perhaps I'm on the water, floating God knows this could be anywhere At least my lungs are still
little tits and your face looks like em mitt till First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal My budget none stop, mine paying ten mills And when I'
[Verse 1] Visions of Martin Luther staring at me Malcolm X put a hex on my future someone catch me I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song The Serengeti
with got no limit right In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right They on my ass like a center make them take a hike [Verse 2 - Meek Mill] Its
I'm the meaning of a beast God's Gift to this earth teach others like a priest The game is looking tasty and I think its time to feast Don't rock adidas only P. Miller
up Lac: Cutlass to the Benz, Monte Carlo, and Prowler Mannie: DVD to the TV that mean you can HOLLA! [Stone] I say this on 22's that cost a half-a-mill
wanna get at me, haterz hop wit me Fuck it I'll treat ya like PAC and diss ya all Still sell 7 mill? Free Alswald drop you from the buildin' and hit
Hey microphone testing, testing you playin' politician you martin she on the west wing guessing the best thing for me to do is spit it this shit is never
Martin Decent came to play, came to play, came to play On a bright and winter's day Turned his coat in the morning Martin Decent spoke out loud, spoke
spark the place Half the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mill for the charm, nigga this is life
Classy as a mother still gutta like a bad bowl Benjamin Franklin, no X in the cash row That's right, the mills do like damn close I eat ya mill too,
Y 2 ,yeah thing you know? We does this out here fo' schizzie We pop our collars, please believe that playboy Like this here My moves is swift, I'm stiff with mine Remi Martin