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One very familiar type of song is the christmas carol. although it is perhaps a bit out of season at this time. however, I'm informed by my "disk
One very familiar type of song is the christmas carol. although it is perhaps a bit out of season at this time. however, I'm informed by my "disk
is real
(all of this is not by chance),
That's how I know that God is real

Earth, air, water, and fire [Repeat: x3]
That's how i know that God is
the light 
It's always Penny and me tonight 

On the plane step up with both my feet 
Riding in seat number 3 on a flight to NYC 
Got my bean in a coffee
to top charts
I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking, controlled by
[Lil'Flip]

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip
It's a one, two, it's a one, to, three, yea
Hey, come on in, sit down my friend,
Sure good to see you again.
Put your feet up, there's wine in
instructions that I can see
To steer by

Stick around it's tricky ground
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home

Two or three
Like a dream 
Like Elvis and the Beatles 

A three minute song is all he wrote 
He only did it for a joke 
They played him on the radio
From Tokyo
instructions that I can see
To steer by

Stick around it's tricky ground
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home

Two or three
The old man turned off the radio
Said, "Where did all of the old songs go
Kids sure play funny music these days
They play it in the strangest
one by one

Troubles fade into the distance
The Doobie Brothers on the radio
Maura reads the weather for ya
Says, "New York City got another three
trace 
Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet 
Turbo, jets in the cockpit 
You flock with weak kids on the block with 
For protection,
static
in my three feet
from bed to wall
there sleeps a genius
leave me here to my devices
the call could come at any time
they're playing love songs
of wack niggaz kissin ass
Same commercial MC's, you ever notice niggaz look at your feet first?
Envious faggots are worse - fuck the 106 Park shit
I'm
There are bridges over rivers
There are moments of collapse
There are drivers with their feet on the glass
You can kick but you can’t get out
cute but shes got no gear 
I got three pair of pants and with my brother I share
So there in school I made a fool
With one and a half pair of pants,
didn't know at first I learned by doing twice
But still they come to haunt me still they want their say
So I learn to dance with my hands in my pants
Here we are ... one, two ... one, two, three ...
It was one of those nights when you drive
Right by your own street
And you wonder who's running
see the city bleeding from the satellites
Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly
Dirty dub vamp.
Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the 'cause so
better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain’t have enough
What
captain

Now all aboard, just prepare yourself
For a dangerous ride, so please fasten your seat belts
All systems go, turbos kicked on
Countdown, three
someone home

[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar and Electric Guitar]

Two or three people fading in and out
Like a radio station that I'm thinking about
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the cause so
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