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Look what yall made me do
Chorus: this is your koran or bible to be a true emcee icon or idol the contents you put in your songs are vital like training for the ufc you want a title slam thoughts on a canvas flip em and pin em metaphors and similes and synonyms in em spit heat around the town the more you get it heard till you spit at 2000 miles before it hit a curve then flood your rhymes and your rap pages word play punch lines and catch phrases heat sports with players and ballers new game street talk straight off the corners new slang i got heat for crowds for those that pursuit it spitters i show you flow till your vocals are through it I m showing you freestyle just focus into it if you a gee ill show you how to cope when you do it Chorus: forever sick like catching aids is in a class of greatness for magic phrases my predicates last for pages every letter fit trend setter like fashion statements my quotes get a shrine in the hood forever I wrote some of the illest rhymes ever put together soon as i make em rappers take em analyze em for days and para phrase em Im back hip hoppers I back my scripts and documents raps hit the block its a wrap its the apocalypse the hood give my rap flow names like nine eleven and crack cocaine I hit the building it gets hotter in em its like birds most rappers dont know how to flip em i got hip em get hop and show em how to spit em i bust a rhyme then i school em for for free i scholarship em Chorur:song the competition know the deal your not ready now because your dealing with the R know how its going down this is it your so sick with your skills your flow goes right in you can kill rap its hard since you can flip it isnt it bars its infinite so ra deliver it far different hard lyric and part instruments start spitting the articulate yall rhythms get till every syllable you drop is pivotal its not original its not as memorable ill lyrical till hes so popular they sick of you pandemic a threat level five its critical kill em off with a word like euthanasia till it spread to the youth in asia in the booth im major my music monumental im a mogul you gonna make sense im gonna show you you got to put the life in them lines make the deaf hear sight to the make your flow tighter brighter design so if the mic is your grind then biting s a crime especially if a ghost writers writing your rhymes. Chorus : it don matter if i aint on the page you gonna tell me what you want i give it to you the way you want it show you how to flow and how to rip any phrase you you want you just keep your eye on me i show you how to emcee if its wack ordinary displays you want tell what you want i give it to you the way you want show you how to flow and how to rip any stage you on i can show you how to emcee like i got a degree |
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[Tracey Horton - Intro] (Rakim)
La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah (Uh...yeah...) (This is for the haters...keep hatin) La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah (It's what we call money music, right here) (Uh, yeah, let's go in) [Rakim - Verse 1ne] I perform in cities, hoods, and slums, the best seller is drugs And money is the only thing that get love They say don't let it make you, but that's how they rate you And the more you got, the more they hate you (That's okay too!) Just don't get in the way, 'cause at the end of the day My agenda's make sure I get them ends to get paid (uh-huh) So I'm stackin grands 'til the math expand It's the man with the master plan Since the Bambino, cash made my path cross with evil Uno dos cinco on a crowded corner rollin c-lo To chips and the chick in the casino pourin Cliquot 'Cause now I make music for the c-notes From New York to Puerto Rico, California to Rio Hit the streets like the kilo but I'm legal It's swga like I walk with heat though with all my people But it's just me and my alter ego [Chorus: Tracey Horton] I walk these streets, wit my mind on my plan It's alright if you don't understand I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand 'cause hatin is the nature of man (Sometimes I wanna, stop the cameras, just pop the hammer Box the innocent bystander and his man up) I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand It's alright if you don't understand Just stay outta my waaaay [Maino - Verse 2wo] MAINOOOOO~! Yo, one for my comrades, two for my family Three for the day that I run into my enemies We gon' make a movie, the world gon' remember me I survived it all dawg, what the hell you tellin me? I remember days when, I was young and aidin Cuttin class, chasin ass, couldn't pass grades and Chillin on the block then, listenin to Rakim Back of his album filled up with Killer Ben Supreme Magnetic and I wasn't athletic But I ran around with the Tre-8 Magnetic Money on my mind, crack vials in my Levi's Been a dog since I had the cream colored Filas (Hahahah!) Yeah, yeah, we fly, seen it all with these eyes Gunplay and drugs if you put my mind on rewind Fast forward my life, ya boy done MADE IT! If I could do it over, I wouldn't CHANGED IT! [Chorus] [Rakim - Verse 3hree] (Ay, good lookin out my dude) Aiyyo Maino, it's the same ol' same ol' Don't matter if you in it for the fame or you lay low Haters gon' hate but, it's okay though (Keep doin what you ddo) The angle is make sure the payroll stay swoll Big faces, cake dough and di-nay-ros Rubels, yen yang, euros and pesos Seven digit figures, tryna make more zay-ros Spray holes in whoever in the way so (Stay outta my waaaay) While I count the next bundle (that's right) "All means necessary," Malcolm X hustle A threat yet humble, about to flex muscle Get a big amount then I'm in and out the next jungle 'Cause every other day, I'm in another state It's like I cross the thin line between love and hate But I gotta eat, gotta get another plate So I'm on my cake walk for the cake [Chorus] Just stay outta my waaaay.. (It's what they do..) Just stay outta my waaaay.. |
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(Rakim)
Ay, yo this right here man, its like the documentary of a gangsta man, the rise and fall Hook (IQ) How them boys gon' play me? They must be crazy, baby, oh you better pay me (Rakim) I aint playin wit yall (IQ) How them actors gon' act up, like I aint got back up, back up 'for you get smacked up (Rakim) Where my paper man? (IQ) Why they wanna play games with me? But they don't know that im crazy (Rakim) Don't make me kill someone. (IQ) I don't know what they thinking, they must've been drinkin. (Rakim) But what? (IQ) I'm that king pin (Rakim) He said slow papers, you're out oh. It's like spittin', heresy is all about flow Like he can't eat his cake and he starve when the count low He call the lab the bakery, he all about dough Stuffin' bread, his pockets is hungry You talkin' nonsense, unless the topic is money He call a hundred dollars a hunny, mommy's he call 'em dimes So his mind's on his money, but mommy's is on his mind Like a o.g. focused on the come-up, Think he f-in around? He approachin' with the gun-up (bam) Roll a blunt up and forget it happened Stash the dollars, bag the product and get it crackin' He get pies, he flippin' 'em tricks, he trickin' 'em He call 'em heifers, he hugh heffin' 'em, he pimpin' 'em (where my money) Fonzie, getting them ones for the connect So have them ones correct when he come and collect (here he come) Hook (IQ) (Rakim) That sound like blood money And I ain't just talking double dubs and club money I'm talking drug money, move out the hood money Double up money, you could catch a slug money This kid'll murder you, more than the business If you livin' for revenue its principal never personal Get rid of you if you blockin' the bigger picture He on the block thinkin' a gwop is gettin' richer (get them ones) He flipped some urban blue, played with them keys For them c-notes, so he can handle the whole piano Hammers unloadin' ammo, if his army ain't in harmony He kill his own fam-o, like tony soprano He's tryin' to take it from minor to major and grind for the caper His mind is made up, he'll die for the paper Crime is second nature when you love cash Do 'em dirty, he turned the ave into a blood bath (here he come) Hook (IQ) (Rakim) The heater bustin' mean the reaper comin' Drug money keep him buggin' out the trees he puffin' Streets is buzzin' bout the repercussion But he so much in love with his bread, the beef is nothin' (ain't nothin' man) He got medals for war, just like a veteran But now he bringin' cheddar in, more than he ever been, Banked up, he stepped his hustle - pimp, smoke, coke, crack Heroin game up, American gangsta (uh huh) Sleep with the fish while he ran the loot and You like ballin? He like stealin' and shootin' Comrades, customers, competition connect (don't matter) Some hustlers is wishin' and plottin' the day of his death (bring it on man) What's his focus? Keys is. Even with karma catchin' up, it's hard to set him up, he always holdin' heaters (whoa) But yo, they know his weakness, so they gave that bread to him Somebody put a gun to his head, guess what he said to 'em? Hook (IQ) |
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You and I will always be together
Peace or war no matter the weather Me and you like birds of a feather Til the wind blows us away We stand tall while they fall together Gun left I formation like the letter Modeling the shelter cause we're built for whatever Til the wind blows us away From the beginning it felt like we been in love We took at chance knowing how slim it was The world is ours now let's split it up And you know how short life is lets Big it up Lets get fitted up/Get it in and live it up Dinner plus the cinema then let's hit the club Posting up like both of us is spending wads Cause we didn't get it if it didn't come in him and hers Chemistry together just like a recipe/Or destiny we was meant to be together Don't worry bout me going left or doing you wrong We right for each other it's a beautiful bond We hug and touch we love and lust We last through the bashes we cuss and fuss until we trust that love is just for us Until it's ashes and ashes and dust to dust You and I will always be together Peace or war no matter the weather Me and you like birds of a feather Til the wind blows us away We stand tall while they fall together Gun left I formation like the letter Modeling the shelter cause we're built for whatever Til the wind blows us away In each others arms It's like heroin love That dope fiend forever in love But it's better than drugs It's heavy on the heart it's still a risk But we'll never fall apart we was built for this Nuttin that we can't sort out, sport up, and thought out Erase all doubt Go hard and all out You and my fam fall out Most of your family can't stand me We can't let that cross out our family plans can we Uhuh, we won't get no love from it let's just keep it 100 til we 100 Stack Grand's til we grandparents Whatever work but lets hope for the best and expect the worse Cause we'll have good and bad times together But the bad will make the good times that much better So let's absorb it Til we scrolled out in coffins in 20-12 If the world fall out the orbit You and I will always be together Peace or war no matter the weather Me and you like birds of a feather Til the wind blows us away We stand tall while they fall together Gun left I formation like the letter Modeling the shelter cause we're built for whatever Til the wind blows us away We go together like criminals and crime Instrumentals and rhymes Clothes and trends like real G?셲 and dimes Stone Gems and shine real cream and pies Chrome rims and rides like ill teams and grind Like identical designs the pentacle to rise Flows and ants like skilled dreams and drive Home in France like a lil??trees and bobs Close as kin like heels, jeans and thighs Since I was rocking Giselle?셲 you was hotter than hell Now it?셲 me and you like Barack and Michelle Denzel and Pauletta prevail in all weather Stand tall while they fail and fall together Pleasure and the pain the pressure and the hate Through whatever we together like forever and a day Checks and dollar signs The love for paper Better yet like father time and mother nature |
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[Intro - Rakim - talking] In the words of the late, great Martin Luther King "How long? Not long" ... Won't be long, uh huh Uh, uh Sing along [Chorus - Rakim] (Tracey Horton) - w/ ad libs (It won't be long, 'til the trouble and the struggle is gone The hustle make the struggle get gone) It's hard to make a move, we strugglin Everybody hate to lose but they love to win (It won't be long, 'til the world sings the words to our song That way we forever live on) Back on my grind, I'm hustlin It's just a matter of time and I'll come up again [Verse 1 - Rakim] They told me hustle never prolong But I got caught up in the struggle like a slow song (uh huh) 'Cause my love and respect for this is so strong I question the state of hip-hop (uh), major labels, etc. and so on (uh) The show'll go on, still fiend to get my blow on But if it's like this, then I might quit But hold on (uh), this can only go wrong but for so long (uh huh) Get right quick or I might flip Try to keep a tight lip, not to complain Ramblin, mind scramblin 'cause patience ain't blockin the pain (uh uh) Mic sick, lyrics is still locked in the brain (uh huh) Like Mike Vick sittin in jail watchin the game (uh) I wait 'til the day I can play my position (yeah) Or should I say the die I obey my addiction (uh huh) Then complete my legacy (uh) Without compromisin my artistic integrity (come on) [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 2 - Rakim] So when they ask where I go from here (go 'head) The road and the goal is clear (uh) but it's so severe (uh) Sometimes I feel like lettin go, I swear I had setbacks my whole career (straight y'all) Messin with my grind's like messin with my mind But yo, I'm still breathin, so I guess it's just a sign (uh huh) But it's meaning to the message in the lines (word up) Some things happen for a reason like a blessing in disguise But success was in my eyes, the shine was blindin me The fame, a little bit of change, it took some time to see The lesson for the wise, profit more Time to be a record and the prize was poppin off Finally I made a couple of moves, got my own label (got to get it) Me and a couple of dudes, we at the dope table (let's get that money) Took a oath to stay true, now it's an empire Put out the new Rakim album and it's fire [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 3 - Rakim] Feel like I'm back where I belong when I'm in the booth (uh) Produce and perform at my pinnacle (uh huh) Speak the truth in my songs and my interviews (the truth) For the youth and my dons and my women too (uh huh) Guap insisted, watch your business with a drama dunn (get that money) Hustlers is where we get persona from Gotta get it, not just wish a dollar come We optimistic since Obama won But these days of recession We ain't safe yet (uh huh), pray, a paycheck away from the Great Depression (uh) Major stressin but we wait for blessings Long as the Federal Reserve still paper pressing I wrote the plot for gettin this cabbage in the hood Where the average cat can triple his status in the hood Don't stop, 'til we livin lavish in the hood I'm like Barack with The Stimulus Package in the hood [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Outro - Tracey Horton] - w/ Rakim ad libs until fade It won't be long, 'til the trouble and the struggle is gone The hustle make the struggle get gone It won't be long, 'til the world sings the words to our song That way we forever live on
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[Chorus]Holy are youHoly are youThere is no God but you (ah huh)There is no God but you(I need to talk to yall for a minute)Praised be the Lord(And be serious for a minute)Holy are youHoly are youThere is no God but youThere is no God but you (Rakim Allah)G-O-D, the God MCYeahFor those who find it hard to believe, and it isWhy they call me the God MC, the lyricistTrace this down to the roots from GenesisThe world wonder, Im still standing like pyramidsDesign so vivid, every brick it got a story to tellMy rhyme flow different like a hieroglyphicMind prolific, infinite, like mathematicThe first language, now add that, and add graphics (Go head)Then go let the blocks know its the gospelLifes new manual, so watch closeThe new Michaelangelo and Pablo PicassoPrepared to show you the cosmos and rock flowsEven my lyrical metaphysicalWhat this will do is help you get to your spiritual pinnacleYou find your mind too far-fetched for it to fathomI bring the darkness to the light, split the atomIts like watching the big bang theory emergeI take titles, bond them to reveal new wordsThey want a clear viewFrom the farthest and the darkest corners of the universeTo a corner near youA pharaoh in ghetto apparel, stay blinged upFort Knox display, a modern day King TutWrapped tight, rap like Ive been preserved in timeSpit the holy water, then touch it and turn it to wineIts the GodHoly are youHoly are youThere is no God but you (I am, I am the Alpha and Omega)There is no God but youPraised be the LordWe were children of the most high, so we fellFrom paradise to holy hellProbably descendants of the Holy GrailAnother part of history they wont revealTimesll only tellYou waiting for Judgment? It cameIn the form of a thug in the gameTo create a strong position, theres blood in my veinThe chemical is identical, we one and the sameWith seven letters in all three of my government namesWalk on water? Nah, neither did JesusIts a parable to make followers and readers believersFrom Egypt to Budapest, Rakim is the truest leftUnderstand the Scriptures like the minister Louis FI told you who God is, you ignored me like most the prophetsJesus, Solomon, Abraham, Moses and MuhammadI showed the scholars, well fulfill the broken promiseI spit this truth to predict the future like NostradamusLike Revelations, Im hoping my quotes revealThe seven spirits of God when I open the sealInterpret the holy Quran, these flows will guide youTranslate the Torah, and decode the BibleWarn the elders in the mosques, masons, and the lawThe seven churches, the synagogues, its the RenaissanceSkin is bronze, like the MessiahRakim Allahs bout to reveal a bigger secret than time and the GodHoly are youHoly are youThere is no God but you (I want to challenge you)There is no God but you (and soon I will challenge you)Praised be the Lord (I am, I am the Alpha and Omega)
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Uh창?짝..I got it good (Neyo)
I put product in the street that sell quicker than weed, I spit it raw like I'm flippin a key I got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) I got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) I got pure for the fiends give u more than a breeze, thru ya blood stream quicker than D, I got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) I got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) Uh, its what they been waitin for창?짝창?짝 I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away from the game they still fiendin My hustle and flow, sound like C-notes, smoke like a pound hit the town like key-notes I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on tours like I'm trafficking drugs (I got what y'all need) Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure profit when y'all cop it Any hood or any city I'm pumpin in, any slum I'm in, my custom is come again Spit flow by the boatload like a Columbian, my shipments go out then bring the money in Like supplies the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters can't dupe what I spit Like Freddy told Priest in that superfly flick, playa u always got some superfly shhhhhh Chorus Uh, It ain't a city I ain't moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em hallucinating Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, keep it poppin until its clockin in every time zone Uh, time is money, my grind is hungry, it's for my dudes and my dime honeys (I got what y'all need) Things run up in it mass where I been, nothing get em high as a bag of Rakim I'm red like Canadian, cuss wit a Opium touch a fat piece of hash, seen soap with some dust I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the flow to cook coke in it The new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off that DJ's cut it, let the streets step on that, still a hundred percent pure King Heron's back Chorus I got a bout a million Mami's that call me they ex love cuz I kept em ex thug and F'd up like sex drugs They never come down futuristic high; I leave em, spaced out so they can kiss the sky Its like Budda, Mami's say, man is he blessed Pac to push a man in a vest They won't relapse no indeed he's back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac I'm a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a alcoholic to smokers a piff of chocolate The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he Moses to drugs, either way it's a profit Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, it's the King pin every day I get a book Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they call copping the heat Chorus 2X (Neyo) |
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Yall know what my purpose is
I spit verses that lift curses off my dead president worshipers Back where the surface is gangsters and murderers Making money made us merciless It?s the birth of the streets its over they said Rappers crossed over they dead I spit my verse with technique till they know when they ledge First to compete then I?m over their heads He too lyrical and too subliminal Every day from spiritual too criminal It?s a message in the bottle open it It?s a lesson in survival cope with it It don?t make sense to die for the root of evil It get too cerebral when that don?t seem lethal Either way is hell I cant save the world But I can show them how to save themselves From the? Evil things that people do, sometimes, legal dreams that we pursue, sometime we don?t think that we can lose, sometimes Call it >>>>, it?s the root of evil we the proof, some times it?s a plea from me to u I seen through the eyes of the prophets King tutankhamun And Martins and Malcolms And Elijah Mohameds Wise with knowledge Paid in full interest aside in the pockets Just rise with the topics Rise economics I show you that time is more valuable than them diamonds in your watches U grind where the block is you die for those dollars Plus work for them too u know right where wallet is Thugs is pitchin chicks is in the club stripping Flippin drugs and pimpin hood is flood of grippin Latin kings and black guerillas governments In fact hopng we don?t go at these go at these cracker killers It sound like a set up and we the victims One out of a million will beat the system Here and wish for flippin brinks is over with Take your chips and go legit From the? Evil things that people do, sometimes, illegal dreams that we pursue, sometime we don?t think that we can lose, sometimes Call it >>>>>>>>>>>, it?s the root of evil we the proof, some times it?s a plea from me to u To my g?s on the block that do what they gotta do Don?t get me wrong I don?t judge I?m not knockin you Guess that?s what not having a job will do People starving gotta get their dollars too Get that prop at night it?s a lot of strife My advice is don?t get blinded by the lights Drug money and blood money got a price 6 feet under or 25 to life Do the crime and u might do the time you served it What it?s worth when you do a crime and get murdered Time is precious it?s time we earned Its time to questioned your grind isn?t working It?s time that we changed the game We been waitin for change and exchange Why play with death play it safe momma And do your best to stay away From the? |
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hey yo every time hear some real hip hop man I start thinking... yo I"m still in love man ...listen
I'm in booth like prison lid like lift if music's like woman i'm whipped like a nymph i love to keep it pushing like the basement speakers love hearing real hip hop and making heaters born entertainer armed with the flamer if they bust shoots with it come on it's the blamer got the place to loose it booth shaking to it true gangster music screwface included macho lingo the beat'll remind you of the quatro cinco or cinco de mayo put it in your car turn the sound sky high Ra down the block sound like a drive by keep chicks moving heat keep them open put em in the mood and they leave something broken D.J set the scene to it in the club sound track to the hood theme music for the thug I told you I'm still in love baby beats drop heavy every rhyme one ton streets not ready hurry nine one one spot gets frantic too late to panic the meteor they can't stop from hitting the planet Sodom and Gamorah Sadam and Osama the horror without the bomb and no llama spitting at a show performing vocals are swarming flow overflowing like it's global warming I flood the market out I'm over your head now roll the carpet out the droughts over and dead now when I kill a track the true story the cause of euphoria the thrillers back next flow level hip hop lover dress code ghetto lit vibe cutter just an artist trying to rep the hardest and make history so not even death can part us it's love I'm still in love baby I'm still in love It's the god Rakim they know I get it (in) they pull me back (in) I'm going back (in) spitting fire ghetto music getting higher like a drug therapeutic hooked like an addict strung like sex look I got to have it It alleviates stress quick as marijuana settle in the brain needle hit the record like heroin to vein blood start flowing adrenaline rush love start jonesing school yard crush Ra still feining still emceeing more deals and geeing broads still screaming it's that dude here's that sick spit that jewel talk that (shhh) and wait till the lights go off the show start that's when it's time for Ra to go hard I told you I'm still in love always was |
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You and me (You and me)
We used to be together (Used to be) Everyday together (Everyday) Always (Always) You was dead from the beginning, all i had to do was survive In a race against millions where they lose they die ? ? At the end of the race waiting so I used your guide I found heaven in you, You shared your light with me Gave me insight way before the light hit me It's more than just a bone 'cuz we inseparable Even when they cut the cord on the ambilocal Never martyred a moment away And fix whatever was wrong and always know what to say The same way to my sisters and brothers Always honest, and showed me what unconditional love is The voice of a goddess, the stars twinkle in your eyes My heaven on Earth or angel in disguise If you was here I'd just hug and kiss you 'Cuz to me words can't explain how much I miss you You and me We used to be together Everyday together Always I watched the ladies shine, and stay on their grind While the world weighed heavy on the lady's mind It was a crazy time It's like the world stopped fast with pap's pass in '89 The harder we cry, the harder you cry too ? It's hard to keep going, the harder you try to ? You tried to be strong and keep the fam together ? While you smile with your open arms ? You said it takes some time, take it slow, but time will take it's toll And the stakes is high, 'till the day you die But I refuse to accept eventually that I would have to say goodbye You and me We used to be together Everyday together Always I really feel that I'm losing my best friend I can't beleive this could be the end I'm starting to see how short life is Every second it gets shorter, but your heart get warmer And you get stronger Even when they said you need a transplant and dialysis to live longer ? You still managed to live life to the fullest for years And then things got complicated They found a donor so they operated A gift and a curse, and concern that things took a turn for the worse And even if I seen the signs I doubt the actions Nothing had prepared me for what was 'bout to happen The hospital; the 18th floor, vivid July 18th, 2005 I can't forget it It's that day I'll forever know The end; the day I hope will never come You and me We used to be together Everyday together Always I really feel that I'm losing my best friend I can't beleive this could be the end |
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