| Probability | Text |
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| 99% | I step off the tree I'm walking down your street again Past your door I can't see your everything anymore It's here since you've been there And now you've disappeared somewhere I got a space You found something to praise | ▶️ |
| 97% | I step off the tree I'm walking down your street again Past your door I can't see your everything anymore It's here since you've been there And now you've disappeared somewhere I got a space You found something to praise | ▶️ |
| 95% | You got your space, I'm gonna do it | ▶️ |
| 94% | I'm causing problems, so get us all killed, get what you got, get outta here! Shut the fuck up fat man, this ain't none of your goddamn business! | ▶️ |
| 99% | I'm going to tell you something I've kept to myself for years. None of you ever knew George Gipp. It was long before your time. But you all know what a tradition he is and not a game. The last thing he said to me, Rocky said, sometime when the team is up against it, and the brakes are beating the boys, tell them to go out there with all they got and win just one for the Gipp. I don't know where I'll be then, Rocky said. But I'll know about it, and I'll be happy. | ▶️ |
| 95% | I'm going to tell you something I've kept to myself for years. None of you ever knew George Gipp. It was long before your time. But you all know what a tradition he is and not a game. The last thing he said to me, Rocky said, sometime when the team is up against it, and the brakes are beating the boys, tell them to go out there with all they got and win just one for the Gipp. I don't know where I'll be then, Rocky said. But I'll know about it, and I'll be happy. | ▶️ |
| 92% | Yeah check this next track out, you got our streets in space, watch your bass bins I'm telling you | ▶️ |
| 98% | Backing together with rain for 40 days, Aye I like Slain's, but I can't show no pain. My headache, enormous proportions, The size of a bucket, painkillers can't touch it. Show what my little brother's gone. Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife. At my heart, we shared the good and the bad times. When walls broke out to the store, it was half time. Remember she came back, yo, And we got beatings with the Hot Wheel Track. I felt the hurt from your own predicament. Lost the scholarship, can't play pro board with torn ligaments. Career suddenly ended, your goal was offended. Suicide, death tips recommended to try black, But you were not versed as we blessed the earth. So let us pour the wine, preventing suicide. So | ▶️ |
