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really a prism i guess
It just broke in a funny way
I found it on my way from texas
Headed for l.a.

This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray
a dime
For what comes naturally
And if I never knew the truth
Well shed be fine with me

One night she stayed over here
And left her little black
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.
Carry your
time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.

Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside its bound to be a better ride
Than what you got planned
Carry your
time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.

Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside's, there's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.

Carry
Migrate to Oakland lay low with my dog Spice
Hang out with killers and dodge device
Gotta pay the price took a life or maybe two (was it two?)
I wouldn't
The girl next door who's famous for showing her breasts
You're not impressed by me
But it's a funny way for you to tell me

A whisper in a choir stall
The girl next door who's famous for showing her breasts
You're not impressed by me
But it's a funny way for you to tell me

A whisper in a choir stall
You don't seem to mind spendin' my money
We only hang out when you have time
If this is a joke, it's no longer funny
Who do you think I am
I'm
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang
life still got cut by the knife
Spineless swine to had to turn over much too soon for things to blow over.
Wishing so hard to be down with a scene
hang with G's?
Start uhh, who busy Jesus said

[E-40:]
Fuck cowboy keys, now I ain't never been nobody's sucker
Nor have I ever been any coastal
with funny names, holla holla
Deep in this thang, keep it simple and plain
and watch my chain hang, watch my chain hang

Listen here -- I got a book
Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry;
His mortal clay is laid away, but his good work fills the sky;
This world was lucky to see him
Bodies flyin to the sky and explode
People flyin to the sky and explode
Bodies flyin to the sky and explode
And then the blood rains all over
the spectrum involves

Maybe no one cares, party over here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by myself

I used to hang around with rappers
[Chorus]
(Do your chain hang low?
Do it wobble to da flow?
Do it shine in the light?
Is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you throw it over ya
with me?
To make me turn the switcher
Funny how money makes a fucking little picture
What it's got to be?
You get disconnected over methods you
on bottles with funny names, holla holla
 Deep in this thang, keep it simple and plain
 and watch my chain hang, watch my chain hang
 [Cee-Lo]
 Listen here
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down cause ya over-zealous
Play hard to get females get jealous
I don't need to paint

I painted over ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones and light ones
I've done haystacks and rich old ladies by
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down cause ya over-zealous
Play hard to get females get jealous