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is calling you too, just like the others. Just play them out so loud. All those CDs in your room. Have become not attracted to the nostalgic. ones. Reshoot those dots. Make yourself into a straight
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dots. Not just urban she like the pop. "Cause she was Livin" La Vida Loca. . She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck. Thighs like what, what, what. Baby move your butt, butt, butt. I think i"ll
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dots. Don't know what to tell my boss. Think the city towed my car. Chandelier is on the floor. Ripped my favorite party dress. Warrants out for my arrest. Think I need a ginger ale. That was such an
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. . I'm waiting by your backdoor,. Let me come in,. I got your favourite dress on,. Long hair,. Pinned up. . I like you lots,. Polka dots,. Some desire in your thoughts,. Thinking of you,. Dreaming of us
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burn them down to charcoal? If you're not feeling the way that your bedrin is dressing. Don't be stressing send them in my direction, please. Black shoes, white socks, no, polka dots, no, flowery
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Your hand fits in mine. Like it's made just for me. But bear this in mind. It was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks. And it all makes sense to me. I know
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if I tell myself that nothing's wrong. This doesn't have to be a sad song. Not with my little black dress on It's time to connect the dots. And draw a different picture up. And paint you with the
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Did you really think you could call the shots?. I wouldn't figure it out or connect the dots. In so many lies, what's the meaning? Did you really think you could cause me pain?. Stepped on the
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' green dots. Young niggas in the weed spot. Tryna get the money for the whip. Lil' nigga in the g ride. He ain't got no money for no whip. Ghostride that ***, real nigga gon' provide that ***. He gon' do
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Levi's and shirts with polka dots. Rolex watch but it's fake. Gold gazelle glasses and a platinum chain. But it's fake, like your tits. And your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your braids
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Did you really think you could call the shots?. I wouldn't figure it out or connect the dots. In so many lies, what's the meaning? Did you really think you could cause me pain?. Stepped on the
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(bounce) Flow, flow, flow, flow. Flow tight put a nigga in a headlock. * hoes out of wedlock. Nigga bed rock. Red hot, so they got red dots. Pullin' that trigger nigga better be a head shot. Money
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Did you really think you could call the shots?. I wouldn't figure it out or connect the dots. In so many lies, what's the meaning? Did you really think you could cause me pain?. Stepped on the
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and stare towards the stars. The cold night air comes creeping in and home seems oh, so far. If only I could swing upon those twinkling dots above. I'd look down from the heavens upon the ones I love
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Scott. From Reed rooad, to flocks we load the spots. Sold weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots. On yo' block you probably breed a fat pad of Tupac. Or Big Pun, or B. I. , ya homeboys from knee
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polka dots and checker slacks Bowing and squawking. Running after tidbits. Bobbing and squinting. Just like a nitwit Two little Hitlers will fight it out until. One little Hitler does the other one's
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. Designed to survive. A love overcome is a battle half won. The view from the sides of the gun Well now, I'm so afraid to be ready to change all these locks. To disconnect the dots. And I just can't take
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thinking about you. Boom ba-dum. So I extended my hand as a friendly gesture. My name is, wait. I can't remember. Gathered my thoughts, connected the dots. Surveyed the damage done. Well, she's still here
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the smog. I love you lots like polka-dots. You're killing me more. Than coffee pots and Insta dots. With every drop I pour. And if I had to do it all. Again I would because, babe, in the end. It brought
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this so much some nights it felt like that I had it. Back on the mattress. Starin' at the ceilin' tryna to connect the dots. But its hard makin' those attachments. I'm talkin' dreamin' so hard, some
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Verse 1. . Yeah. Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot,. Black Air Force 2's and the White Sox. Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead
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palm. I watch the sea creep round the corner. It connects the dots from here to you. The sunlight burning through the loose flags. Painted high on white church walls. I chase my blood from brain to
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their blouses off. and the men they dance on the polka-dots. and it's partner found, it's partner lost. and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops. it's CLOSING TIME. Yeah the women tear their blouses
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vile. Fie-for the black queen tattos all her pies. She boils and she bakes and she never dots her is. . Forget your singalongs and your lullabies. Surrender to the city of the fireflies. Dance with
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Two months prior you said you had a dire emergency. It was 130, my face was all dirty trying to get some sleep. Head still whirling, throw on my shearing leave my man home. Two dots yes I'm coming
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in the streets niggaz. Little kids scared cops wit red dots. Philosophical gangsta where violent priors. Goin' back like black and white TV's wit pliers. Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires
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scissors. Life is a choice, and death is a decision. Times have changed, but * it get a new watch. I still got the vision like a line between two dots. Young money's eating, the label getting fatter
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whole blunt. *** the visine, I'm feelin' so crunk. Check my watch, connect my dots. Scratch my crotch, jump in tha the flip flops. All I hear is pots and pans with da sizzle. Chorizo con huevos, man
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won't forget your name. You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns. And just like your spirit the commission remains. Niggas can cross the T's and, dots the I's. Now that I got too popular
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this so much some nights it felt like that I had it. Back on the mattress. Starin' at the ceilin' tryna to connect the dots. But its hard makin' those attachments. I'm talkin' dreamin' so hard, some
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watch the sea creep round the corner. It connects the dots from here to you. The sunlight burning through the loose flags. Painted high on white church walls. I chase my blood from brain to thumped heart
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the spots. Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots. On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac. Or Big Pun, or B. I. , ya homeboys from knee, high. And even when it was storming outside
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vile. Fie-for the black queen tattos all her pies. She boils and she bakes and she never dots her is. . Forget your singalongs and your lullabies. Surrender to the city of the fireflies. Dance with
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the clouds to trace my observations. Just connect the dots to all of the constellations. Looking for signs that's astrological. And I don't dream big, my dreams are astronomical. So when critics
