I gotta notion to say what doesn't feel right Got an answer in your story today It gave me a sign that didn't feel right, no So don't knock it, don't
If I had a dollar for every time I tried to change for a girl of mine. Well I?d be a millionaire Square peg, round hole Sometimes they fit, most times
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conceit There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight From the disease of conceit Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight From the disease of conceit
(Bob Dylan) There's nothing 'round here I believe in 'Cept you, yeah you And there's nothing to me that's sacred 'Cept you, yeah you You're the one
*A CONCEPT FROM FIRE* Let's march through the gates and burn alive. I'm afraid of the ending. But Im reckless, I've torn apart my inner binding. That
mc that grab the mic and start busting rappers' asses? (you are you conceited bastard) Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes? (you are you conceited
Just in time a brand new version a little buying power and a brand excursion well it all sucks subbumbed are we it's all relating back to a monopoly well
I wrote a song about a fetus named Cletus who tried To run for governor before he died He lived in California but traveled worldwide It was a big huge
lover If i empty my hands I'll hold everything I've given up my will Now you can take it all from me Or you can leave me Drowing in a wave of my conceit
Won't you scream my name? For the first time, For the last time. As I lay down my life before you... The hiding place where I sought out your eyes,
Gasping for one breath of resolution I'm left with burns in the third degree to a degree of failure You failed me I failed you Just one piece of the whole
popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad Keep my game face on like a goalie So stick yourself, Pretty Tony Chorus: You, you are, you conceited bastard
of the world like brandy See I look to good for this necklace And I look to good to be wearing this You know, I look way too good to be innocent I'm conceited
(phone ringing) Voice Mail Greeting: KID: "all u niggaz, callin here for my mommy, stay of her shit! Like that daddy?" (FIRST UNHEARD MESSEGE) Guy:
Beautiful day, on a day like today When you can't get away with the murderous Little remains of the wide open plains Where you hardly contained your deservedness
