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Lupe Fiasco. We gon do what we say,. see us when see that again, call us instant replay (2x). cop a coupe and then recoup, we call it instant replay. say hello to your goodbyes, we continue to
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Lupe Fiasco. We gon do what we say,. see us when see that again, call us instant replay (2x). cop a coupe and then recoup, we call it instant replay. say hello to your goodbyes, we continue to
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, green, lean, dream. Bending, king, bling-bling, three rings. Ring-lings, home owned, oh, is, yeah To move towards it, I had ta route 4 it. Like the home team, now I be all in. Singing that Queen
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Martin Luther King, nigga, * change. * peace, I want chains. G's on the internet, bitch like bam. * peace, I want a plane. Fill that bitch with cocaine. And make these bitches move their
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Emily, Emily, Emily. Has the murmuring sound of May. All silver bells, coral shells, carousels. And the laughter of children at play They say "Emily, Emily, Emily". And we fade to a marvelous
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(Close your mind, close your eyes, see with your heart. How do you forgive the murderer of your father?. The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr) We came throu
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Emily, Emily,. Emily, can't you write a happy song. Get your ass to number one. You could try a little harder. Emily, you could be a millionaire. But you're so full of hot air. Gonna end up like your
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(Johnny Mandel/Johnny Mercer, Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman). . Heaven is when I'm in your arms like this. When you kiss me and quitely whisper. Emily, Emily, Emily. Has the murmuring sound
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(Johnny Mandel/Johnny Mercer, Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman). . Heaven is when I'm in your arms like this. When you kiss me and quitely whisper. Emily, Emily, Emily. Has the murmuring sound
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never call your house again Emily, Emily oh, you saved the day. Emily, Emily oh, when you threw me away She was always such a pretty girl, nobody like her in the world. A little piece of heavenly that
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Emily, Emily your gift to me. Emily, a modern sense of beauty. Emily, as precious as your memory. A simple word called liberty. . The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads. The relics, the
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. The wound heals but it never does. That's cause you're at war with love. You at war with love, yeah. These battle scars, don't look like they're fading. Don't look like they're ever going away. They
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I saw your picture in the paper today, girl. All of a sudden it hit me. You're someone that should know me. Possibly drive me crazy In the pages and all over the magazine covers. People gossip abo
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