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Galliano She might be Filipino, be sipping Pellegrino Be watching Al Pacino, she could probably sniff a kilo Anyway yo, hit up Grace Jones and tell

steadily falling And the sex and the dead, and the other jail God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell? [Chorus] [Verse] Lord they hung Andre Jones

Yeah, sometimes we get so addicted to self that, you don't realize you hurting other people, specially the people you care the most about. Hook: Girl

were dancin barefoot on the moonlit sand, We were makin music we don't need a band, I can't believe we only met tonight! Cos we won't let each other

steadily falling And the sex and the dead, and the other jail God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell? [Chorus] [Verse] Lord they hung Andre Jones

a boy or a girl? I can't tell cause your shit on the sides is gone You remind me of that monkey lookin bitch Grace Jones Fucked up is how you look to

: Strange, I've seen that face before, Seen him hanging 'round my door, Like a hawk stealing for the prey, Like the night waiting for the day, Strange

the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dusts another motherfucker I discover what no other brother can do, hard to handle and to, stamp I play Tramp like Grace Jones

falling And the sex and the dead, and the other jail God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell? [Chorus] [Verse] Lord they hung Andre Jones