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I smell like whisky and i miss going shopping with you.
Takes me three quarters of an hour to buy yesterday's paper from the Chinese boy across the street
Can't shake this sinus infection, my backs been hurting so bad, it wakes me up in the middle of the night. i don't like sad music, but i sure wish i could be your boyfriend tonight.
Alone is missing my girl.
I’m getting balder. And older. Because it’s colder.
Tonight in the world.
I miss my girl
A man is nothing.
A man is absolutely nothing, without a woman.
Without his woman.
By his side.
So i'm not a man now. I'm nothing.
I only mean something, cause i am.
And I have nothing to hide.
Sometimes I forget.
to wipe the scars off the scabs.
Sometimes I forget.
I only need to boil enough spaghetti for one.
There's no one to impress, when I twist the lids off all the jars.
I forget we’re both super.
Stars.
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All the places we did it
Written by ira lee
Performed by ira lee and Linakim
On a dog, in the rain, in a car, on a car, in the can, in a van, at the Sushi bar.
In the morning, in the evening, in the early afternoon,
After class, in the grass, Johnny Cash and June.
In the park, in a cab, in the dark at your dad's,
in the office at your grandma's where you lost your maxi pads.
We're so cool, in the pool, in an alley in the woods.
in a hotel, or a motel, or a chateau in the hood.
Hugs and kisses, and hearts and x's, and o's, and i miss you so's.
Hugs and kisses, and hearts and x's, and o's, and pink rainbows.
That one time on the metro we forgot to get off.
Strawberries, and whip cream, and chocolate Hershey’s sauce.
In our bed, and the kitchen, and the bathroom, in the dirt.
When your best - est friends forever it’s alright to fart and burp.
In a hurry, in a rush, just a quickie, just enough,
Drawing pictures of things, and taking Polaroids of stuff.
From behind, and beside, and on top and underneath,
In and out, and back and forth, and a slap on both the cheeks.
Hugs and kisses, and hearts and x's, and o's, and i miss you so's
Hugs and kisses, and hearts and x's, and o's, and pink rainbows
Hugs and kisses, and hearts and x's, and o's, and i miss you so's
Hugs and kisses, and hearts and x's, and o's, and pink rainbows
C’mon every body, say..
Hugs and kisses, and hearts and x's, and o's, and i miss you so's
Hugs and kisses, and hearts and x's, and o's, and pink rainbows
Hugs and kisses, and hearts and x's, and o's, and i miss you so's
Hugs and kisses, and hearts and x's, and o's, and pink rainbows
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ballad of a liar
03:50
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die (remix)
02:46
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donna jones (remix)
03:58
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keep on trying
03:26
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montreal (feat.Khyro)
04:28
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In mont - real.
It’s fifty cents to call.
Where canada started after all.
The boys are ugly, and the girls are all cute.
Your Halloween costume has to fit over a snowsuit
No disrespect, but the last time I checked
Montreal’s not in Canada, it’s in Quebec
Morrrreal!
Cheeseburger de cheval
my franglais mal,
But here I am, all the sudden, somehow
Western Canada’s completely out of focus
The waitress at chez cora’s trying to treat me like I’m homeless.
In montreal.
There’s a great divide.
Between francophones and everyone else, on the other side.
You get a kiss on the cheek from every porn star in the street
Like you’re at a habs games, in an alouettes jersey, cheering for the nordiques
It’s okay to marry your second cousin
In the province with three seasons, winter, still winter, and construction.
Plus 6 in January.
minus ten in july
I’m not really living in Quebec, I’m just an alien, trying to get by
Bought a celine dion cassette, because the winter’s get frette
Real men are lumberjacks, not tapons, or tapettes!
Nobody’s polite,
But there’s a festival every night
Convenience stores sell beer
And no Saskatchewan in sight!
If you’re weird out here, it’s called distinguished
When your dad stops in the middle of a joke, to explain it to me in English.
Speed limits are arbitrary and
Stop signs are suggestions
The only problem with Quebec is, all the frenchmen
You get your milk in a bag, and maple syrup from a tree
In mont - real a crepe is everything you ever imagined a pancake could be.
Drinking is the law, and driving is to win,
If you think you better than Canadians, you’re going to fit in right in
Ya can’t front on quebec!
Ottawa hasn’t build a fence around it yet
If you ever been here you know,
Driving is better in the winter cause the potholes are filled with snow.
All the cab driver’s, are of African Descent, and they’ll drive you around the long way, the wrong way, just to pay the rent
Beer is a religion, poutine’s a way of life
Anal sex doesn’t count, if it’s your brother in law’s wife.
I know one thing for sure,
Quebec is the wrong place to speak English and be poor.
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Ruthie
03:39
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I can’t tell / if your twelve years old, / but it scares me to think, / your still a teen, / when I watch you eat that ice cream.
It’s hard to say /----- but i want you really bad / cause this feeling is ill- egal and I’m old enough to be your dad, /
I can’t tell, if you’re sixteen yet, but you look twenty two, the way you smoke that cigarette.
if you love me, / and ---- I love you, / then we’re meant to be together, / and there’s nothing, any bo - dy else can------ ever do,
You might not know / when I give you a hug. But on your next birthday we’ll be old enough to act on our love.
It feels so right, how can it be wrong? Don’t turn me in, or turn me out, because you turn me on.
If we weren’t related, we could go to the circus, and you could reach into my pockets for some change, where daddy’s purse is.
hard as hell,-------- it's hard to tell, .... if you're still in your teens
the moment I met you, I knew I’d finally found the girl of my dreams,
You’re always going to want what you can’t have.
pedophiles, are our sun’s, and brothers, and dad’s.
If there’s hair on the muff, she’s old enough to do stuff.
officer, she looks eighteen and I rap European, all I did was tape her peeing
mom’s going shopping, to--- day…..
I’ll be your baby sitter,
There’s lots of games we can play.
Like Jailbait for dinner.
Took a picture in the bathroom mirror and spoiled it.
want to look sexy next time sweetheart, remember to flush the toilet
If the peach has fuzz, you know what the dolphin nose does
Too young….. is only a name in china, because.
You have to promise me one thing, that you’ll never tell
This has to be our little secret………………. or you’re going to hell,
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