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Garbage Not My Idea

with nothing This is not my idea of a good time This is not my idea of a good time This is not my idea of a good time This is not my idea You thought

with nothing This is not my idea of a good time This is not my idea of a good time This is not my idea of a good time This is not my idea You thought

soak in dreams, felt guilty but the feelin' passed Learned to put, all my feelings in my past Kids that had a thinking, took my books and bring Gave you

Hilton why'd you have to draw that little thing on my nipples. why Perez! it ain't got nothin to do with you this is for my mother mom, for you and all

38 calibur revolver naturally the record is long played even though you may not be so why dont you relax? lean back and enjoy urself until the coroner comes... oop my

don't understand the now before the then Most of this garbage I write that these people seem to like Is about you and how I let you infect my life And

plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret to inform you

rapper since 'Pac got killed? I done answered that question when I copped my deal Ask yourself when The Game is comin', after next summer I predict my

Lee? Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn? Don't I get a dream for myself? Starting now it's gonna be my turn. Gangway, world, get off of my runway