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a backbeat lover
Mixed tapes and cushions on the floor

I sold my bed, but not my stereo
I sold my bed, but not my stereo

Paper bags and escalators
Pushing up
like a backbeat lover
Mixed tapes and cushions on the floor

I sold my bed, but not my stereo
I sold my bed, but not my stereo

Paper bags
Lying in my bed  I think of you 
That song goes through my head  the one we both knew 
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound 
But
Lying in my bed, I think of you
That song goes through my head, the one we both knew
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
But
Lying in my bed, I think of you
That song goes through my head, the one we both knew
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
But
riding 
Down that old eight lane 
I passed by a thousand signs 
Looking for my own name 

I went with nothing 
But the thought you'd be there too
eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name

I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

I went
riding 
Down that old eight lane 
I passed by a thousand signs 
Looking for my own name 

I went with nothing 
But the thought you'd be there too
house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it

I went out riding
Down that old eight lane
I passed by
that ol' eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name

I went with nothing

But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
in the city
I've got a stereo and the best of Patsy Cline
Ain't got no caviar no Dom Perignon
But as far as I can see, I've got everything I want
ol'eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name

I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

I went
used to love so much
But everything is still the same
In my memories of us

That old school bus has long stopped runnin'
And I heard the driver died
a shortage in the city,
I'll stand on the street corner
All mysterious and giddy,
When the passers by pass by
I will open up my trenchcoat,
They will see
shows
An' if the freaks get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya  say you
on my tip.
It's not hard to believe.  
But that's how it goes.
I'm burning rubber on these hoes like vogues.
Check out my style.  
Baby don't stop.
past that I had earned
Twenty, notches on my six gun marked the, lessons I had learned

Many times I sold my fast gun for a, place to lay my head
up my blade 
But then I looked to the crib where his little one lay 
You murder tomorrow by killing today 

I'll plough my own furrow, I'll go my
past that I had earned
Twenty, notches on my six gun marked the, lessons I had learned

Many times I sold my fast gun for a, place to lay my head
haven't got what it takes to wait and see

"We may not live up in the sky
Where the air gets scared when the planes go by
But you can hop up on my shell
you tried to let me know
by leaving notes on the stereo
it's not the typical way to go
i'm sorry i'm sorry i don't know what i'm saying

'cause i
tell you if she's yours or mine, but I do know

Me and all my niggas doin' well, doin' well dog
You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell dog
Step-by-step this is where I came from
7 Pounds, 6 ounces to graduation
Yeah, this place is in my veins, that's right

These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss
know there's niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay null and void
A little gossip make little people feel more important
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(I like it when you play with my hair)
(I like it when you play with my hair)

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