And the When they kick out your front door, how are you gonna come?

With your hands on your head on the trigger of your gun.

When the law breaking, you gonna go shut down on the pavement or

waiting in the pool you can crush us you can bruise it but you'll have to answer to

Oh that money feels good and your life you like it well

But surely your time will come as in heaven as in turn The You stay here felt like Ivan Ivan born under the Brixton Sun.

His game is called surviving.

At the end of the harder they come.

You know it means no mercy. They caught him with a gun.

No need for the Black Mariah.

Goodbye to the Gristan Sun.

You can crush us, you can bruise up, but you'll have your answer soon.

Oh, the Supreme. When they kick out of your fun door, how you gonna come with your hands on your head on the trigger of your gun? You can crash up, you can crash up, you can't crush us, you can't use us, and even shoot us.

But all the U of the grid

shut down on the payment waiting in the throat.

This game was surviving.

I think heaven as in hell.

You can crush us, you can bruise it, but you have to answer to.

Oh, Doctor,

Oh, Doctor.

Oh, Doctor. Ahhuh. The other.

Ahh,

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