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the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce, or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in their soul!
So "Untitled" it
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
[Originally by Bob Dylan]

Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want babe
I'm not the one you need

You say
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
forgive, we all forget
We just keep believing

[Chorus]

So let it find you
Wherever you may go
I'm right beside you
You don't have to look no more
you only
Through the dark night
Gonna see the light
Love don't need a reason just to leave you bleeding
But you know inside it's gonna be alright
is you instead."

"Oh I'm as good as dead," cried Reilly,
"It's only you that he does crave
And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all.
Get
the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in they soul!

So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but people
more, oh no
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
This is a song, a song for the lonely
And that's not you only
Through
Written by bob welch.


I did a thing last night
You know those future games
I turned off all the lights
Oh, the future came
You were by my side
Will
Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real
So, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin'
Yeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up
Me
Terry's only into fighting
My ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing

Chorus

It almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine
I told
And a nigga first love is a drug
We all fascinated by thug activity, street life liberty
Whole ghetto remedy, toss 'em a slug

It's the untameable, nonflammable
Friday comes around we're only into fighting
My Ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing

Chorus

It almost breaks my heart when I think
me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein Nelly,
me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"

(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein
Hello my only friend hello old stranger
Looks like we meet again I think I'm in danger
This life ain't no fairy tale the world's so misleading
I'm
what's the website?"
Is it really that hard? "Morris" with an H - alright!
And okay yo today see I'm still experimenting,
Venting & presenting never
to me
And it explain how I came to be
I'm from

This, ha ppy home

Yeah
Back in the days it was hard for black actors
They had to lighten they
Baby

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
down

Wake up it's time to be noticed
I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this
Beat to be mathematical
Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical
Bum
Baby

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Baby

Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
But the garden that you planted remains.

Now it's only work
Each day bleeding into the next
Barely scraping by I tire myself out just so I can rest
But
wire 
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist 

Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste 
Tomorrow is a daydream,