E. G || @eg.soh3 | | The {@mail.com}
July 12, 1993 | Crown Prince of Hip-Hop.
Protestant Catholic Saint
\\don't worry bout a word, I got you right now is the lips, on how we verb\\
loving you sweetheart is the symphony, gimme once, an overture...
(if I knew the Word, I'd write the whole thing down, cause "'Bloomin'g" is the thing
don't worry bout it girl I know the back way down cause, for you I like to sing...)
I love you babe 'AND', I.
Always will you know blooming is the thing.
I know the route and wrote the whole thing down for scorpions, and bling.//
Little4Lyrics for the, Little "Things You Said" with some C-Graded Acoustic Guitar, in D.
i dont believe in dreams anymore
You want me God? saying to myself, Lord, then
What color is the sky?
I can get a lot of love from a lot of stranger men but, I just can't get a ride out of anything much ever anymore again, much more, without my blunt lit for sure, oh wow dude, peace and justice have you and so blue, too stay feeling fine... lemme sing with ya bout us, how we feel tonight, come the end of the morning, I even write it down, live in the poetry, to outlive the poet, right - it's my soul for the shining, be well. We care about you, care for what you do and you know it
Rest in Power when you sleep and when you die Rest in Peace, as I might live and my cousin grows according to history grim to the details of plush but tiller over to faux label mentioned, deceased I remember my reflection exactly to a perfect understanding to my initial increase and re-release, the mystery is ThDjeep and the spooky seat, she makes me me, forever gonna be a tru, fu*king G, this life's for me and was always here for the was gonna be, real guess then it's gonna be, keepers keep, it's all too sweet, and me...width all about the Indian it's the weight of the wood and how it's thinned, must be the ouzo in the jungle juice, past goes by girl I still missed you: funny you should come in cobalt blue to marry someway, angelic figure perfect small face, I've done it all before oh for goodness sakes. She's exactly like death in these my loving fatherly glorious--eyes of lullabies of dreadful designs of the evil's rise to the misers' liar in lying lies, truth affects the mind but we all feel better in time, play on...cause no God hung there and our Lord God in the Flesh didn't die---
(B3)Chess.
I met you Jesus, Christ.
it's Roll, on loves the leaves like you can write a better .com, bubble business ain't just freeing form, form from form semi, lYFe, freeing me it's the Dime of The g., and what you got from the Rent last week if you used to hold that slut in her heart like me, I'm the Farthest Out, darker Breed who admires his Glee to the point of his Penis's peace and the reason is me for where I stand on the Carpet is Lice with the Moose and not the light Flames that catch chase to the mans who escapes those plans, swear to God Emily, I won't ever find this Again, to put stupid in Lens since my Dad asked me some more and Dad's stay lit cause they be smokin'g again, you've say til the end and I'm planning on some other dying stopping some other righteous end and I weighted out purple to hemn to redesign on the BOW if you might capture me now then, you dough we plow versus, crown and God Up to you doping out gowns, I'm good but I'm drown, love you by the pound like milky almonds muskeeters twix reeses twizzers and mounds, like hanging by my knees in the feet seat all upside down, Prisoners' 'Out', Lady how'd they figure me, now?
I murdered the facist captured the rapturist and bashed back at the blasphemy which rang from yet each of us for the land's sake of him, Christ died, crying we fall from middle to side without enough end in pley#, play, dribble bounce and crack the intertubeular riddim of the sky, smitten to the kitten in her mittens why's and ours her eternal flame, civil equality fighting for fought rights without blame, American Able, Set by Cain all against are stricken to the proof of the academic truth and are hereby clearly insane, Maya crashes walls of waves, the islands make all the rain...
Little4Lyrics for the, Little "Things You Said" with some C-Graded Acoustic Guitar, in D.
You want me God
What color is the sky?
I can get a lot of love from a lot of stranger men but, I just can't get a ride out of anything much ever anymore again, much more, without my blunt lit for sure, oh wow dude, peace and justice have you and so blue, too stay feeling fine... lemme sing with ya bout us, how we feel tonight, come the end of the morning, I even write it down, live in the poetry, to outlive the poet, right - it's my soul for the shining, be well. We care about you, care for what you do and you know it
Rest in Power when you sleep and when you die Rest in Peace, as I might live and my cousin grows according to history grim to the details of plush but tiller over to faux label mentioned, deceased I remember my reflection exactly to a perfect understanding to my initial increase and re-release, the mystery is ThDjeep and the spooky seat, she makes me me, forever gonna be a G, this life's for me and was always here for the was gonna be, guess then it's gonna be, keepers keep, it's all too sweet, and me...it's all about the Indian it's the weight of the wood and how it's thinned, must be the ouzo in the jungle juice, past goes by girl I still missed you: funny you should come in cobalt blue to marry someway, angelic figure perfect small face, I've done it all before oh for goodness sakes. She's exactly like death in these my loving fatherly glorious- eyes of lullabies of dreadful designs of the evil's rise to the misers' liar in lying lies, truth affects the mind but we all feel better in time, play on..
lemme see her then shining, come on
what it do
how it be, yo
let me leave- she's mine in all her own timing, if we all bitches, My God Lord in Heaven, Mr. Body - got the shotty packed hott, you got me....sad NF type beat
he to heaven with me, you all inherit the street..
I am God E. The Phenomenon, the classless Edward G - no good times for us - I'm superb to the relative relation to dealt out theory - Christ put out the love and endure me, my name to the point of sin where I forsake him and put words to the hatred that could never be heard for he to hear it...
forever the epitome of some leafy spirit -
my love is deep like comics, stripped on nonsense and creditable to the renown of such a listener can relate, I give to greats and make the magistrate feel simple make, like God is fake and you the Jew, Hebrew coffee ZYN to tin and me bests you, beaten straight, I love you girl, Bitch is hate - talk to me regular, gfimme what I fiend, I need friends without enemies and half the other bag, I need what you need like who is god and who is me, still there's earling worldly smith fully halved parts of mystery kimmy give to me for the gospel seeds I enjoy to preach, like plant a peach, I'm smiling me and that's the zanny bar - the faster car- the shooting star, rthe former me...
calling king kendrick, hello''
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are you available for this insurance call?
what is up stoopid sliughtly rhymnyly, l.y, we frieed weed night at nice me...,M_A_hoework hashtag, kid what slight you see, ima dumber me still since my choice to swing the rights to piece, wolf a totem and embark on a now bury me, holiness now then formal to compute complete, you're in the forming of heaven in relation God E., phenomenon blast in-mortal immorally made up to the toilet flush and portal sooped muck, titled - lesbionic relationship n' poop, you are welcome, cash this, in, too, horror, after pre calculus confirmed door to which whirlwooo, old becomes new with the right polish, model this dude is the false spirit of the chasm for you, caught in the hustle for the rush of the likeable coo, reactionary vision and maxed out in the booth, 215Lb's baby push it, and like them who were who, I'm relax-able too...I whoop it, get the cushion, shit - I prone to get gone off the handle and have the mitts, my body is nearly unstably fit, so get with it...
we're at another crossroad and I'm cause for the way babe, I am no disgrace
you pace me fine, hope my heart is well, I have given away everything for the sense of punk rock becoming sinful again my friend, walls have corners, may we meet no end, bitch me up throw me over don't ever let them try it for dreamt is the when and the cross meets the nails and sticks to which in pen, forever Lost to an Indian Summer Atomic, related philosophy is on fon ex so we grade to scale the remains of Christchurch, until the end I've been Yale...the Aboriginal, E. G, pale, bale me out a Christian in the mail and set me sail for longer whale, wharf dwarf half1/4th quarter joy, g's are gone but yo though we still boys, love the smell so complete my noise and tell me about the other toys...
