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On The Last Day Make It Mean Something

her breathe. She doesn't mean a thing that she's saying to me. Take a step back to let her see I'm not the one to blame. It's such a shame to see it end

fast Yeah, days like these you wanna make them last Rest your feet up on the dash Leave your toe prints on the glass Sing it like you mean it baby Close your eyes and lay your head on

it? Every rumor you hear you gon' believe it Point out the times you've seen it You stabbed me, should've linked it Revenge is mine, I need to heed a way out It

just disappear? You hear it on the left You hear it on the left You hear it on the left left

way down, baby you can lay down on the table But you may wanna find something more stable I told you I aint fooling from the gate, this aint the first day

ahead'', said the Wolf, ``make my day''. ``Come on, cut it out'', snarled the Wolf, ``you're askin' for trouble, Punk''. But Billy the Bird just kept on

it out, a real word, ya' can't learn this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last day, itchin' to get it, thugstas with

in on clones and blow them out of my zone International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements Sounds are congruent to it Work It is what it ain

're making me blush I could use some competition but they not making me much Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning