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fuckin’ everything all. No * that nigga I got you. * that. . Verse 1 Earl Sweatshirt. *** mittens who have to spit blizzardous. Actually flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas. Harassment, eight
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fuckin’ everything all. No * that nigga I got you. * that. . Verse 1 Earl Sweatshirt. *** mittens who have to spit blizzardous. Actually flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas. Harassment, eight
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was stank though. Product of the villainy, product capable, plainclothes. Rhyme with no niggas who probably was gonna remain broke
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-----------------. Oh no, no, no. Baby, something's wrong. Oh no, no, no. That old time fire's gone. It's not so much things you say, love. It's what you don't say I am afraid of I got the
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Written by Neil Diamond Oh no, no, no. Baby, something's wrong. Oh no, no, no. That old time fire's gone. It's not so much things you say, love. It's what you don't say I am afraid of I got the
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earl of roseland. Oh the earl of roseland Where has he gone?. A memory at dawn. You're just a bit of the past guitar solo Oh oh oh oh. Oh the earl of roseland. Oh the earl of roseland Me and davy
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searching for a real love. Oh, real love. Earl Sweatshirt. Alright, close your eyes for what you can't imagine. We are the Xanny gnashing, Caddy smashing, bratty ass. He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag. And
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Bài hát Chum (Explicit Version) - Earl Sweatshirt. Somethin’ sinister to it. Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving. Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf. Harder
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Hook. Somethin’ sinister to it. Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving. Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf. Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my
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Song The Angels - Earl Scruggs. Sometimes I feel like an innocent one. To deserve this fate what I have I ever done. I know that I made all the rules. But time can even change the hopeless ways of
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I want you to want me. I'm goin' crazy, knowin'. He will be your lover tonight. And when he comes, I'll let you go. I'll just pretend that you walked out the door Oh no, I can't sleep. Oh no
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know those rumors were only lies. The truth was right there in your eyes. Now I'm so glad I kept on saying (Chorus) Oh no, not my baby. Oh no, not my sweet baby. Oh no, not my baby. Oh no, not my
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