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was a roadie
On Elton John's tour
She said "Let's go catch some Piscatore!"
I said "Beatrice, you don't eat fish no more"
She said "By G-d, you're
Fall down to the ground
I need to ask you
What is love?
I walk in utter darkness
Looking for an answer
Bleeding for your lies
In a bed of thorns
night they wounded Old Ireland
And she's bleeding to this day.

The Border lies like an open wound
That only love can heal
For bitterness and cruelty
They
my friends, they take my love and cut me like a knife
I spit these words at vile lies the worlds forgotten men
Ain't no work
Ain't no work
For
Tell 'em, tell 'em, we don't...we aren't groupies
Howard
Yeah
We only like musicians for friends
That's right
You, you know, you understand?
We still
Like the candy they buy at a stand full
Of flags by the side of the road
It's not good for them to hand 'em that load
Of crap like they do
       
I
Three Dog Night?!!

Yeah...

Oh! I love them! They're my favorite band!.. ow gawd.. oh, do you like my new car? I'm ah.. my Dad just gave it to me for
frequent for his shenanigans 
Now, Daddy and him twins in addiction 
Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends 
By liquefied demons 
Had become what he
An orphan at last,
She'd be sick in the loo-bowl
Then go to the funeral and cry by the graveside
And then sleep with the first man she sees
And she'd
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
Now, Nas, you love the kid, 50 on that killa shit
That big mobster bad man; BGF guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you
you best believe it 
Nose bleeding from my false way to relieve it 
Enough confusion to make serenity sick 
All my fake friends became my enemies
on niggas is only gon leave ya smoked
so the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit til
trust a bitch, 'cause a bitch lies
Enemys close 'cause friends switch sides when shit gets live
Dealin' with a lot of pressure, I'm in too deep
Life
can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
Or the hoes I got - catchin' stunts in the drop
Now, Nas, you love
naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if
on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James

Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you
frequent for his shenanigans 
Now, Daddy and him twins in addiction 
Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends 
By liquefied demons 
Had become what he
over the mat
He lies, but only when there's a reason
Mentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season
Poor at handling and managing income
Got enough
on niggas is only gon leave ya smoked
so the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit til
Truth eternally
Beyond my grasp is a life
That I will never attain
Happiness, joy, not in sight
Supplanted by truth's dark reign
Physical, mental agony
or go for a drive
And I'm just glad we both were alive
And everyone knew that the giant was john
And no one had heard him once say a bad word.
Some
the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was
killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I
couldn't even bring
smoke
So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right)
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit
twenty for a body he didn't kill
No evidence not enough money to appeal
And five points sittin' in a maximum jail
His so called friends don't visit don't