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Christopher, I was your prisoner, Christopher,
I hope you're happy now, Chistopher
Thank you for everything, but I'm not listening anymore nor do I
Watch my back and light my way 
(My traveling star, my traveling star).
Watch over all of those born 
St. Christopher's Day 
(Old road dog, young
Wasted and wounded
And it ain't what the moon did
I got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow

Hey, Frank, can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you
open

And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old bush mills I staggered
You buried the dagger
Your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Matilda,
shirt open
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old bushmills I staggered
You buried the dagger

Your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Matilda,
Now the dogs are barking
And the taxicabs parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
You tore my shirt open
And I'm down on my knees
Theresa
This nigga Game got Wolf Haley for this feature
My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas
Getting chased by the polices on a full bred
for this feature
My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas
Getting chased by the polices on a full bred cheetah
Bishop Eddie caught me
Mathilda with me

Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open
And I'm
out on the city lights
The stories that they tell
And wonder at my destiny
Beyond this carousel
Such a hollow question
A tether frayed by fear
Will
you, Tyler)
Jesus, motherfucking Theresa
This nigga Game got Wolf Haley for this feature
My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas
I am the spiritual kind
I keep a cross in my pocket for some peace of mind
I hold onto it when I need a little faith
When I'm lost, I find I'm
make it by dawn 
Cross the Brazos at Waco I'm safe when I reach San Antone 

He glanced back over his shoulder the posse were nowhere in sight 
He'd
make it by dawn 
Cross the Brazos at Waco I'm safe when I reach San Antone 

He glanced back over his shoulder the posse were nowhere in sight 
He'd
for the sake
Of that picture I should see.
But I was lost on the moon
As I heard that front door slam,
And that old sign on the cross
Still worries
for the sake
Of that picture I should see.
But I was lost on the moon
As I heard that front door slam,
And that old sign on the cross
Still worries
Stretching from the neck area to the genitals
I got a parrot on my shoulder that talk for me
And he don't say shit but nigga back off of me
Yea I'm a hood
be just fine
Things that never cross a man's mind

That joke is too dirty
This steak is too thick
Ain't no way in the world I'll ever finish it
That
The Backson! The Backson! We're gonna catch the Backson!
We'll save Christopher Robin by following Rabbit's plan
The Backson! The Backson! We'll save
me floating up if you should find me gone (meet you in a child's day)
My feet can't cross the parking lot
The parking lot is way too hot

My feet
my life and take my soul
Put me on the cross for all to see
Put my name around my neck
Let those people throw stones at me

This is serious
I'm a hood nigga
But I'm still a good nigga
Bought a couple kids new bikes, Just cause I could nigga
And I ain't one who be lookin' for thanks
I
never too late for changing
Never too late for changing

Now this old sea dog's gonna get away 'cross the water
This old sea-dog is waving you bye-bye
Cross my heart and hope to die, shall I cause another tear from your eye?
 The mirror that won't talk and your nightgown on the door
 The old pedal
got too much in common
Except that we're so much alike
And I hate it for though
You're a big part of me
But our time is passing us by

So I can sit here