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doc brown - characters lyrics

8 million stories to tell in the place, where we dwell you can make your own

you can make your own heaven of h+ll, h+ll on the end of my road, on the end of my road, on the end of my road. now check this cat, see jack, steve from dorston and hackney the disturb for daniels his whole life. this man old evicting. my liquid, his friends said, he probably drowning it, the landlord trusted him. giving regular residents of my fight, who’s the cap, one of his stupid. tenants didn’t know the jack arrange from whisky drinks to listerine? never forced to jack the facts on jax history. he know, we never went to school. he went to school with no love, just a slice alignment and soul decided, mix with the pot with making wires on the back seemed to beckon him. dude, is there you reckoning before, the cons glass bottles cops blasting, all that my man, jack dreamt, the blame for +rs+nal he could pass for masterful in the art of basketball. now we had to fly before those four stars sticking his mind. even i wrote on the end of my road, on the end of my road, it’s just another character from the end of my road, from the end of my road, from the end of my road, it’s just another from the end of my road, from the end of my road, from the end of my row and then this nicholas you that grew up. put jehovah witness, so scared of h+ll. we never enjoy christmas. one of 100 and four e4 thousand worth be your blessing to heavenly lord’s housing or so is mama would happen believe he could chase his bloodline back to adam and e. but from the first time she hit to you, he was out on the street looking for his first fighting through sat+rday night, trying to score with horse sunday. mum had him doing doors to doors, but he thought it was worthless. mum told me. what’s the point in us trying to convert the converge? she heard it. but wouldn’t listen. she just happened in the shirt and tie b+tching on his ways to the mission wishing. n+gga, fix up the eyes potion. he tried to hide it. he was so bait. no, had the pressure in the building like a volcano, yo relationship with his mother regard sour. he’s reading p+rn, she reading the watchtower. she’s turned her back on him. the worst way a little nikki disappeared on this seven. well, you can make your own heaven or h+ll, h+ll on the end of my road

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