A fuckton of ants were swimming in his coke

cookies inside, there are cookies inside come inside.

How come you staring like you don't know what it's for Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor How come you staring like you don't know what it's for Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor (Shit!) How come you staring like you don't know what it's for Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor How come you staring like you don't know what it's for Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor (Shit!) Yo, the new dressing off the mannequin shit You a cool guy, no, I'm black, on some Anakin shit I be breaking necks and I ain't even planning these fits When I walk in, I've got everyone panicking shit, like Like, why would you wear those to a function? You know they 'gon get stepped on You know you 'gon be punching niggas But I got two pairs Anything that can will, Murphy Lee's law, stunting You know that you are a black girl, right? Your hairs 'sposed to be sowed in, not spiked up I do what I want, not whatever gets the likes up They don't like my outfit but they like the outcome You never seen these shoes, well, that's the reason I bought them They copy my swag, you can see that I taught them Fresh to death, I belong in a coffin But I'm way too liked to die, so often express myself Put it in a song so I don't kill myself Listen to it back and then I heal myself I got money and the power and I'm still myself Momma said don't go broke tryin' to fill yourself Momma said don't break tryin' to build yourself And don't feel ashamed if you need some help 'Cause we all do, 'cause we all lose, I got it 'Cause we all know someone Who blown their whole rent on some Off-White I ain't got none but I still tripping off white Lost my momma and I lost my mind And I still ain't got my hair right Yeah, out in London I was dropping pounds While my pockets fat off sinking sounds Had me dressed like the cover from Seeing Sounds Got all these clones frontin' trying to be me now, I'm like How come you staring like you don't know what it's for Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor How come you staring like you don't know what it's for Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor How come you staring like you don't know what it's for Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor (How Sway?) How come you staring like you don't know what it's for Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor Jaw up off the floor Get your shit together, get your jaw up off the floor (Shit!)

beehhind

Beowulf: his death, differences between the original epic poem and the film - Prepare comparisons with Homer's epic poems, heroes and monsters: past and present views. Dante's Satan and Milton's Satan: different views, creatures. In the textbook: Heaney's comment, Beowulf fights Grendel, Beowulf's funeral.

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I met a blind man the other day As I crossed the street in my hometown He came up to me His eyes all glazed over His hair slicked back behind his ears And he said to me "Son," "Son, it's a dangerous world out there" And "Don't worry, but if you're not careful you'll hurt yourself" I said, "Alright sir, I'll do my best, thank you very much." And I carried on crossing And when I finally reached the other side I went into 7-Eleven I got today's New York Times and a single cigarette I also asked them to do me an omelette But they ran out of eggs So I bought my things and left the store With my paper Lit a cigarette Flipped to the back pages of the paper to read the sports news Not much to read So I got to the curb and got out my keys The RV was just on the other side I began to cross I pushed the button to unlock it And as I reached for the door A great big fuckoff truck went straight through me

I'm forever a monster, solo perché non ti porto alle mostre.

I wrote a new song It sounds like one of your songs It doesn't really matter I could write a hundred new ones But I could never make them sound The way that you do Everyone dies It ain't nothing new On a gloomy afternoon Lizzy come back to life Topless in your headdress Laying by the pool Cigarette perched on your upper lip Lizzy how'd you get so cool? Out on the porch Drinking beer, skipping school Listenin' to Mambo Nassau On a gloomy afternoon Lizzy come back to life I wanna go back to New York And hang out with Patti Smith And Richard Hell I wanna dig the African rhythms I wanna be there when you write "Where Are the Gazelles?"

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