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escape caring for you all of the time

All of the time
All of the time

Words and music by John Denver
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the John Denver Album. It has also been released on the Country Classics, Reflections
July 21st 1939, Chicago, Illinois
Album: Sonny Boy Williamson 'The Blues'
Chicago 1937-1945 by Fremeaux & Associates #FA 253 
Transcriber:
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the John Denver Album. It has also been released on the Country Classics, Reflections
Jesus" is a song of pure delight featuring John Barbee

The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery
Gives a special interpretation
funny when I come around
A&R been tryin to figure me out for years
Tryin to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run
17 shooters...but they don't 

Understand till they're three time losers...Chucky Smash...I be killin 

Em...I hit em with the minimum...then I
as "diabolical man"
Well I got diabolical beats, raggedy clothes
And aw hell, I'm even wearing diabolical drawers
I'm not white as Barry 'cause I'm dirtier than
grabbed him by the coat

[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that

[ Slug ]
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn

Got the right to bear arm, ring
and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel
the Hiat on P Street nigga,
Been gettin' money nigga,
Seven years strong nigga,
Two platinum albums nigga,
'Bout to be three,
Hey nigga,
That's
single for the song "hollow years". ]
- john petrucci

"...i need some pencils... [various samples, seemingly from ]
Will you be using 'em for company
get a crowd around me, make a name for my block
People told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop
Was back when Big Nose John was my human beat
'fore this fuckin album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, still shit in the bed
Beaten 'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread
It's me again,
And come back next year with the whole f***ing game

Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice

from the tracks
shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
or thong
You think I'm sick? Fucked up? Oh am I?
You think you can't die?
Don't think your crazy cuz a years passed by
Beat you down with my fuckin'
only
Missed him for six years, so I'm raised by his peers
But I love my mama dear, so I chose a career
Now I travel often, condo, valet parkin'
I
her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see 'em, you hoes endin' up in
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
degree saunas

You can act if fool if you want to- biatch
It's this lyrical piranha- strapped with a grenade in a pool with yo' mama
Attack her by
her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see 'em, you hoes endin' up in