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currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees
currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees
holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around
dollars a plate

To help get Curtis Wright's doctor bills paid

Every able bodied man is a fire department volunteer

The rats don't race around here


They
how to live

By now they'll be down at the ocean
He and Betty stretched out somewhere
The only blue in his life, is the blue moonlight
Bouncing off
And I feel the same
We ought to be sure I know by now
But if we can prove our love

Like this and like that I gonna move along
Like this and like
eighteen years on the assembly line
Just gettin' by with a little bit of overtime
And that could be the end of this story of mine but it's just
walk I get carried
Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall lookin' properly
I do it for you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the man
My
Born in Opleika Alabama Black Betty bam-a-lam-a
Comin' through to deliver the goods
Always movin' around too hard to track down 'cause she's new
a shocker
How was he supposed to know
About the secret life of Eddie's first wife?

She might look like the Venus de Milo
She might be the marryin' kind
But
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my
fall in love
Pshyche that's a damn lie
Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man to stand by
It's called devotion, emotions could
[Chorus: x4]
Man I hate bone thuggish Ruggish Bustaz 
Man I man I hate bone fuck you bone fuck you bone 

One day I'm at the store finna get rung
the fuck out after you're done 
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright 
We used to roll around and fuck
around my Honda there's more ? than Anacondas
But Jill man that's cool, we got a swimming pool and a sauna
Out at the polo club, no no 'cause, ain't no
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, stretch!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til
baby, that's OK Cause I learned
You really know soul music them
You'll be around for a while
But if you're taking lessons from the leader
Baby, kiss
the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, Fat Bwoy say "wahgwan?"
I just hit'em like
Is she really going out with him? 
Well, there she is. Let's ask her. 
Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing? 
Mm-hmm 
Gee, it must be great
be great riding with him"
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Mm-mm"
"By the way, where did you meet him?"
 
"I met him at the candy store
be great riding with him"
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Mm-mm"
"By the way, where did you meet him?"
 
"I met him at the candy store
be great riding with him"
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Mm-mm"
"By the way, where did you meet him?"
 
"I met him at the candy store
be great riding with him"
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Mm-mm"
"By the way, where did you meet him?"
 
"I met him at the candy store
be great riding with him"
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Mm-mm"
"By the way, where did you meet him?"
 
"I met him at the candy store
Now I was just a kid way back in my hometown
There was a crazy little man who once came around
Syncopatin' Sandy was the stranger's name
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