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Sitting in the sun like an old tom cat  That donÆt know just where heÆs at  And I must admit to you  Right now I feel that way to     (AinÆt got
beng
Show some love a-town
Beng beng! inna Spanish town
Beng beng! inna anna town
An' ah dun ah juvenile wit' no town

I see they're acting, as if
Originally performed by Rush
A modern-day warrior
Mean mean stride,
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean mean pride.
Though his mind is not for rent,
Don't put
Rush hour traffic
Always puts me in a bad mood
I got chewed out by the boss today
And now I'm stuck on highway ninety two

Then you call me on my
to take the land
And we got churches by the dozens
Trying to guide our hands
And turn our mother earth
Over to pollution war and greed
No no

Bury my
Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is
the land
And we got churches by the dozen trying to guide our hand
And sign our Mother Earth over to pollution, war, and greed (no, no)
Bury my heart
(Drew Womack/Tom Douglas)

The autumn leaves they rush outside my window
Like they've got something so important they must do
Sara will be home
(Drew Womack/Tom Douglas)

The autumn leaves they rush outside my window
Like they've got something so important they must do
Sara will be home
to myson
Cause I might got to meet with the lord
What I live by? die by?
My gun, my word, and my sword
Cause niggas sound hard but they just ain't
I love beats by the Viking and the Alchemist
People get inside my head like John Malkovich
My life is getting complicated like calculus
I feel
walking with a solo swag
You think you ballin' in that four do' Jag? Nah
In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah
Give you a bird's eye view of the streets
Nigga,
stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I
squallin by the fox
My player never chops take off your shoes and socks 
your bottoms and your tops you don't need it 
The pool's heated you want to be
briefcase 
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped 

Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure 
Space investor,
be beefin, and not be a Tom
Go get skins, and don't have to be a John
I can raise the roof, and not have a home
Go solo, and don't have to be alone
I
mostly white
	Ain't it?
They want to see you jiggaboo with your
	face painted
Be brought home by one of their daughters and their fathers
	fainted
They
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens