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Charles Ray We Ll Be The Same

won't grumble- I'll be holding your hand Though love no longer is in style, Height-ho, we'll only smile! We've got that flame, We'll be the same! Verse

won't grumble- I'll be holding your hand Though love no longer is in style, Height-ho, we'll only smile! We've got that flame, We'll be the same! Verse

Who?) Come in the cars (Who?) Making him proud (Who?) Be in them spots (Who?) Where they ain't allowed (Who?) They want in a box, we'll take 'em to

York Only the real'll cop it Smoking cheeba, some supply it some'll grow it Reefer, some'll buy it some'll roll it The chronic, if you try'd it then

Money, Young Money, ho that money age old And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me

I gotta lay off the way ya?ll hate me like I?m adolf, But ya?ll cant see me, Ray Charles I steal whores I?ll probably take yours because you peel

thing. We have to train ourselves. So that we can improvise on anything: a bird, a sock, a fuming beaker. This is, this too can be music. Anything can be

Pierre Papadiamadis) Say no more I think you'll never understand I have refused the same demand All my life ! Say no more In my book there can be no blame

Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D. I be the bushwa freaker Coming through your speaker My jams be getting stronger While your shit be gettin' weaker