that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that
me Smokin' crack cocaine better than Sensi Your're puffin' that shit yo we're sick of it Tweakin' every weekend and we just can't take it Whoa-oh, we
Send my little man, get rid of the pack music That I'm back music, that click clack music That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music Now who said they
they die. Because ego won't permit belief in our mortality so we manufactured our delusioned lie. We believe with much conviction in our useless superstition that
damp. Just troubadours, and put-down to hostiles. For years they have believed we were inspired by the Holy Spirit and the work of God. They still recognize that
football! you drank beer! we evolved! we only look like wandas and rhondas! we are superb, harry! we are sublime! we are perfe Every way! and you? what
elegance and zest But when it's time to fold the act And your duffel bag is packed Take comfort in the fact That you've been working with the best.
Not exactly sublime When I?ve finished my work And I crawl into bed I reflect as I turn out the lights That the day that?s to come And the week that?s
and we've got plenty as you see, And personally guarantee our quality repairs. A little here, a fix of this, We're going to do our best. When everybody
you could that would be good. Jo: There's nothing that I wouldn't suffer to see the world! I can do it if I try. I can do it by sheer will. Aunt
All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics; for when you ran away, I found myself on a bank by moonlight hearing a harper. But now we have seen my
somethin' 33 is the number that enlightens the Brother Insight to the fullest that could brighten the dullest The ramifications are awesome, what should we
fact, leave the Universe We ain't got no room for you right now I will not be held responsible for what I'm about to do I reach octaves that illuminated
that we had no intention of repeating any epic-length songs for the mere sake of having epic-length songs - we would write whatever we wanted, and that
of fact, leave the Universe We ain't got no room for you right now I will not be held responsible for what I'm about to do I reach octaves that illuminated
