Only the "I" who were looking at "I myself" was there Do you know Which of the "I" was bad?

Went from Mr. 305 (Dade County) To Mr. Worldwide (all around the word), ayy, ayy Now we're international, so international (oh, yeah) International (woo) so international You can't catch me boy (can't catch me boy) I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure Don't test me boy (don't test me boy) 'cause I rap with the best Fo' sho 305 to the death of me Cremate my body let the ocean have what's left of me But for now forget about that Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee You put it down like New York City, I never sleep Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown) Hotter than Miami, I feel the heat (oh, yeah) Oh, oh, oh, oh (girl it's), it's international love (international) Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it's international love I don't play football But I've touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere I don't play baseball But I've hit a home run everywhere, everywhere I've been to countries and cities I can't pronounce And the places on the globe I didn't know existed In Romania she pulled me to the side And told me "Pit you can have me and my sister" In Lebanon, yeah, the women the bomb And in Greece you guessed it the women are sweet Been all around the world But I ain't gonna lie there's nothing like Miami's heat (dale) You put it down like New York City, I never sleep Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (ah-ha) Hotter than Miami, I feel the heat (oh, yeah) Oh, oh, oh, oh (girl it's), it's international love (we're international) Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it's international love Down in D.R. they're looking for visa's I ain't talking credit cards, if you know what I mean En Cuba, la cosa está dura But the woman get down, if you know what I mean En Colombia the women got everything done But they're some of the most beautiful women I've ever seen In Brazil they're freaky with big ol' boobs And their thongs, blue yellow and green En L.A. tengo la mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua Besitos para todas las mujere' en Venezuela, muah Y en Miami tengo cualquiera You put it down like New York City, I never sleep Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (oh, whoa) Hotter than Miami, I feel the heat (you're hotter than Miami) Oh, oh, oh, oh (all around the world), it's international love (we're international) Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it's international love There's not a place that your love don't affect me baby So don't ever change I cross the globe when I'm with you baby Hey (Chris Brown) Oh, whoa (this is for the women worldwide) Let's ride, woo You put it down like New York City, I never sleep (212) Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (310) Hotter than Miami (you're hotter than Miami), I feel the heat (305) Oh, oh, oh, oh (girl it's), it's international love (we're international) Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it's international love You put it down like New York City, I never sleep (212) Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (310) Hotter than Miami, I feel the heat (305) Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's international love (we're international) Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's international love Oh (you're international, so international) Oh (you're international, so international) Oh (you're international, so international) Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love (surrounded by beautiful girls) Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love

I am in your walls pookie. Can you break them and let me in

Fly, broken wings I know you are still with me All I need is a nudge to get me started Fly, broken wings To somewhere we can be free Closer to our "ideal" Teary eyed Once gentle soul I watched as you rotted away The mirror says That I still remember hope Mhm, mhm-mhm You're doing what you love Isn't that enough? Isn't that enough? A genius, perfect job Isn't that enough? Isn't that enough? Again and again, you locked me down, I locked me down We staked me to the ground The soil gave me warmth Please die, little dreams Kill the camellias in me Wouldn't it be easier to give in? Why are these hands chasing dreams out of my reach? Is my thirst for normalcy "odd"? Fly, perfect wings (goodbye, goodbye, goodbye) Where have you been hiding? (Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye) Bring me to the mind that got us started Fly, perfect wings (goodbye, goodbye, goodbye) Show them who I can be (goodbye, goodbye, goodbye) For the one last time, if you will "That's all"

How much I wished for another Better, happier, brighter future Here I am at the gate I stand Dear old times I've made up my mind How much you must have suffered through My anger (you wonder) Vulgar (forward) Awkward (sincere) Composure (manners) Here we are at the fated land Will you watch me end? (I shall make it end) Oh-oh 'Round and 'round we go Holding on to pain Driven by our egos Feelings (feelings) untold Spinning our own versions of the past That you could never know 'Cause I know I must be the reason why You have given up your smiles And the hope inside your eyes have been stolen I must be the reason why You must tell me all these lies Wishing you a better life without me by your side The message has already been said through patches of violet How much we must have diverged Hello (goodnight) Goodbye (hello) Goodnight (I'm here) Goodbye (waiting) Here we are, it's our final chance With your hand, do what must be done Delete Delete Delete Delete Delete, delete, delete, delete Delete, delete, delete, delete Delete, delete, delete, delete Delete, delete, delete, delete Oh-oh 'Round and 'round we go Holding on to pain Driven by our egos Feelings (feelings) untold Spinning our own versions of the past That you could never know How would I know? I could be the reason why You were able to be kind And the hearts we held so tight won't stay broken Love must be the reason why I still believe in this lie That you'll live a better life without me by your side The message has already been said through patches of violet

In the quiet of the night, when the stars are all a-twinkle, There's a rhythm in the air, just a solitary jingle. Jorking it, oh jorking it, a private little spree, A moment of self-love, just the universe and me.No judgment in the shadows, no need for fancy flair, Just a giggle in the silence, floating through the air. With a wink at my reflection, and a chuckle soft and sly, I’m jorking it with gusto, 'neath the moonlit sky.It’s a dance of pure abandon, no one else invited, A secret little party, where my spirit feels ignited. So here’s to jorking it, my friends, in moments sweet and free, A toast to simple pleasures, just my heart, my hand, and me.

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We want Eazy-E! If any artist has total street credibility, it’s this Real Compton City G. His E.P. It’s On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa went double platinum in record time, the video spending 16 weeks at the top of The Box charts. And the reason he’s so popular is that he ain’t no studio gangsta—he’s the real deal. His weekly radio show is #1 in L.A. on KKBT (92.3 FM). And yes, Amerikka, Str.8 Off The Streetz of Muthaphuckkin Compton Vol. I and Vol. II, the long awaited follow-up to the quadruple platinum Eazy Duz It, is in stores March 8th.

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