cold be rejected but now I'm highly respected And now their ears are infected with dollar signs I've collected Jealous punks, I said it Personal Take a personal Take it personal
Just like the white winged dove sings a song Sounds like she's singing, ?Ooo, ooo, ooo? Just like the white winged dove sings a song Sounds like she's
piling on I will take them on with all my might Cry your tears on my shoulder You don't know what the future holds So I'll be your personal soldier
to be too humble When you know that you're so grand And I'm not trying to say I'm perfect I just want you to see That I've never met a person Who's
The Cryptic Corporation presents "God in Three Persons" Written, produced and peformed by the Residents With guest vocals by song stylist Laurie Amat
with me Dog nigga, Ghost nigga, hop the bar with the toast nigga It's like the Lord getting close nigga It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz It's personal
Banger, let's go Styles P, Cassidy Full surface, listen It's a rap for y'all Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya
DJ Clue Desert Storm Angie Martinez Prodigy Live from New York nigga Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But
they're definitely dirty. But a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way. VINCENT So by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality,
vale esta amistad No confundas tu ansiedad Por calmar la soledad conmigo El es mi amigo Deja ya de provocar No te estoy juzgando mal No es nada personal
not the same person We're not the same person Don't even wanna know Woh We're not the same person We're not the same person Don't even wanna know Woh
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Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug love Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug love Thug love, thug love All she
One night after a concert I walked through the streets of the town And came upon a little church The service was over but the testimonials had just begun
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland Then maybe at the closing of your day You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh Or watch the sun go
In the long, hot, thirsty summer of about 32 A.D. Along a dusty highway, there came a man of Galilee And as he went through Samaria, he stopped at Jacob
I left a little town, a little south of Hudson Bay I couldn't find a thing, to make a rounder want to stay I fought the wind across the barren waste in
Drink to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine. Or leave a kiss within the cup And I'll not ask for wine. The thirst that from the soul