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Back me down from backing up
Hold your breath now it's stacking up Etched with marks, but I can deal And you're the problem and you can't feel Try this on, straitjacket feeling so maybe I won't be alone Take back now, my life you're stealing Yesterday was hell But today I'm fine without you Run away this time without you And all I ever thought you'd be That face is tearing holes in me again |
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![]() ![]() Breaking Benjamin - Breathe You take the breath right out of me And left a hole where my heart should be You've gotta fight just to make it through Cause I will be the death of you (take take take) I'm waiting I'm praying Realize Start hating You take the breath right out of me And left a hole where my heart should be You've gotta fight just to make it through Cause I will be the death of you |
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ahhh too emo.
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#104
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Im surprised not to see any Cypress Hill songs yet. They got a LOT about smoking... Hits From Bong, Roll it Up, Light it Up, Smoke Weed, Can I get a Hit?
Hits from a bong has got to be one of my favorite smoking songs ever, such a chill beat and all the bong sound effects in the background are fantastic. |
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wow amazing 2nd post too. TOTALLY forgot about cypress hill.
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#106
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So you wanna be a rap superstar in the benz
And live large A big house 5 cars The rent charged Comin up in the world dont trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly To be a rap superstar And live large A big house 5 cars The rent charged Comin up in the world dont trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly |
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Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow For, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the [censored] immortal combat sound The fake false step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king |
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This ones for my sweet uncle Gary. 2 doors down smoking that dro. what it do uncle Gary.
I feel uptight on a saturday night Nine o clock, the radios the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do I got to Get up Everybodys gonna move their feet Get down Everybodys gonna leave their seat You gotta lose your mind in detroit rock city |
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