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mad. With your smile. Sly my joy and pride. When the runaway train took you away. A part of me died. The years went by like the summer of love. So much changed in our lives. They're too may scars deep
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Song Expectations - Sir Sly. Pressure's on, pressure's high. Pressure's heavy on my mind. Weight is here, weight is right. Weight is heavy on my spine. Truth has holes; truth, it swells. Sometimes
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?. I'm dreaming of Maybach cruising. Maybe talking crazy, but I want it. A hundred thousand ways of choosing. Who the hell is out and who's in trouble. Maybe I'm too subtle. . Chorus. My mouth is
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Nas. It's sly Fox, cyclops. We locked in an idiot box. The video slots broadcasting Waco Dividian plots. They own YouTube, Myspace. When this ignorant * going to stop?. They monopolize and
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, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire baby. Throw some water on me. Will you say what you've got, and girl you've got a lot, you're really something child, yes you are. When you're hot
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may wonder. About the sly grin on his face. Yet little do they know. (They don't have a clue). The boundaries of his wisdom. In the solitude of his kingdom
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Sometimes I'm right then I can be wrong. My own beliefs are in my songs. A butcher, a banker, a drummer and then. Makes no difference what group I'm in. I am everyday people. There is a blue one who
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Sometimes I'm right then I can be wrong. My own beliefs are in my songs. A butcher, a banker, a drummer and then. Makes no difference what group I'm in. I am everyday people. There is a blue one who
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like finding a. (Needle in a haystack). A-what did I say, girls?. (Needle in a haystack) Girls, those fellas are sly, slick and shy, yeah. Oh, don't you ever let them catch you looking starry-eyed
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like finding a. (Needle in a haystack). A-what did I say, girls?. (Needle in a haystack) Girls, those fellas are sly, slick and shy, yeah. Oh, don't you ever let them catch you looking starry-eyed
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Sitting with the thinker. Trying to work it out. It's a traffic jam of the brain. Makes you want to scream and shout Presidential party. No one wants to dance. Looking for a new star. To put
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. Say, get up- and dance to the music!. Get on up- and dance to the music!. ♪. Dance to the music. Dance to the music. Dance to the music. Dance to the music. Hey Greg! (What?). All we need is a
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ass I need me a shot of that. Lil mama get gangsta for me. Stuff it in your Prada bag Dr Dre. Thats right. She got something that I wanna see. Thats right, so if she leave. She f-cking with me
