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Hundred Reasons One Moment

turnover the other stone generate what you make as a gesture for the moment taken upon to rest please don't take it on yourself its no-one's fault only

the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up, I get down, I get up, I get down. Two million people barely satisfy. Two hundred women watch one woman cry

I've been having some deep thoughts when that L blowin' Niggas in jail know it when you do it Do it yourself and never tell no one You see them shells

't mean to be rude but this is my prelude This introductory performance has just one plot A sample jeff and about me and my DJ rocks I'm not listening to reason

One of these days you'll be under the covers You'll be under the table and you'll realize That all of your days are numbered, all of them one to one hundred

thought of wasted years When another bolt of lightning killed a hundred head of steers And the others rushed on by me and I was left to live The Master had a reason

the rest is F L Y Ya see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix And these reasons I'll tell ya why Ya see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun And

an inch forward Feels like a year Everything I feel seems so unreal Is it true? Is it true? I take one step forward And two steps back Got a hundred

EYE Let's get a look at you. (And so saying, HE swivels one of the big lamps until it finds her. SHE stands for a moment, isolated, bathed in the light