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Streets The Heaven For The Weather

heaven for the weather But hell for the company I wanna go to heaven for the weather But hell seems like fun to me I wanna go to heaven for the weather

' Barometer's getting low According to all sources The street's the place to go 'Cause tonight for the first time Just about half past ten For the

] ON THE STRENGTH Time is money and gain ON THE STRENGTH Math is one and the same ON THE STRENGTH Whining is something for pain ON THE STRENGTH Beggaz for

carnival life forever Love me tonight for I may never see you again, hey Sandy girl Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying

bloodclot tears For years, we air-tight (tight) On another flight Until the farenheit (Harlem night) Harlem night I'm shakin your thoughts keepin the Lo blaze sharp for

West, Wiz Khalifa, Ron Pope) A drop in the ocean a change in the weather, I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like wishing for

bucket of gray paint and no drips. I'll throw down drop cloths if it makes you feel better. If I had may way I'd spend the whole day in 90 degree weather

jail, blowin their bail on ballin When business and sales keep fallin, but when the streets keep fallin My peeps keep crawlin, deep into the trench With God-U's for

lost the thread and his mind got cluttered And the words just rolled off down in the gutter Well he was elevator man in a cheap hotel In exchange for