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someone like me,
Who'll love you endlessly.

(T. GRAHAM BROWN)
Baby, your headed for a brand new heartache, 
Don't go out with him.
The fire
‘cause when you just doing all, with no loyalty in your heart
It's like catchin Alzheimer's all these niggas forgetting where they’re coming from
Horses are riding into her arms
She lost her own way years ago
Her sister calls her from the far side of night
And she falls with that call
I think I really like him
I was just wondering if I'm jumping the gun
By going out on a limb
And invite him home for Christmas
To meet the family
start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself
dancing
Come on sister, have yourself a ball
Don't be afraid to come dancing
It's only natural
Come dancing
Just like the pally on a Saturday
And all her
but Katy did she said it's lonely here with sister Liz
But I just kept on eatin' cookies I was just a dumb kid
I wish I'd known of love back then like
at all

Billy loves women like a junkie loves dope
Give him just enough rope the monkey's gon' choke
She's a Bill Blass combo maxed out mambo
D.K.N.Y.
He was just an old country doctor 
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
to hatred, I wanted nothing more
Than to take this prophet by the throat and throw Him
Out the door
To act like God, forgiving sins, and then speak so to
Me.
Well they hung John Brown in 1859
After his revolt did not go fine. 
Trying to free the slaves was a noble cause,
Like putting one's faith in
ROCKIN` TONIGHT.


SWEET LORRAINE, SIOUX CITY SUE, 

SWEET GEORGIA BROWN, CALDONIA TOO,

THEY`LL BE THERE JUMPIN` LIKE MAD.

HEY, SISTER, AIN`T YOU
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
itself out in a luxury motel room by the sea
Said my wife as I sunk my teeth in her brown thigh,
Â??you were an egg just like me.â??
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians, la
huzzy, but he didn't mean no harm
Sunday morning drives, just to get away
Ramsgate or Southend, it would always be a laugh
Paddling by the sea, trousers
jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine

So if you ever get sickly
Get sister run quickly to the dusty closet shelf
And pull out a washboard;
And the doctor said give him jug band music
it seems to make him feel just fine

So if you ever get sickly
get sister run quickly to the dusty closet shelf
said give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine

So if you ever get sickly
Get sister run quickly to the dusty closet shelf
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi 
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty 
His parents give him love and affection 
To keep him strong
And the doctor said give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine

So if you ever get sickly
Get sister run quickly to the dusty closet shelf
see, now he's dead, he must have lost his head when I struck him
With what to do

Now every day is just the same
And the hours move by so slow
Every