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Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls I wonder how it feel to lower Stone's walls
got a lotta gall To be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall While I'm in the hall Oh, how can I explain? It's so hard to get on And these
satisfied til all my n-ggas get it I need more drinks and more lights hot American Apparal girl in just tights she told the director she tryna get in
door waitin' in line Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire marshalls know, the venue's too small People are wall to wall, three
ordinary player Because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it Or get sent right through
love under the moon in Jamaica Get you so hot you call the name of the creata The morning we hop back into action again Up on a wall love how the sun
, off da wall, its a special occasion Get yo dance on, wild out before the last song Graba shawty, get crunk wit ya mask on Ride quicker, and get on thee
to turn the corner I had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone who you think you kidding who? i will just get rid of you leave you in that critical
?s my life, it?s my life) It?s what I go through everyday I get the smallest wires, wrap ?em with the smallest tires Blaze more trees than the San Diego wild fires I get
ese we ain't got no pride? Get ready to learn how we ride on the Southside I was brought up (I was brought up) In a small neighborhood (In a small neighborhood
to amateurs, hit 'em with a cannonball And in all this confusion The fusion of music and mind precipitates translucent illusions Search the ruins with Automator Hit the walls
or you dont, we'll prove that you wont Ever endeavour to get it together to better these fellas I'll be like whatever, you get it? You're wondering why
's more the absences - someone you've known It's not the impact against the wall It's more the painful fact that we are so damn small Because the loss
my sunshine Whoa oh oh oh and the little bird says you're not alone No, you're not alone Tonight you called me up just to ask me "Oh, why's the music
