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young Nick
Your panties all in a bunch, well you can suck my dick
All these chicks is ridiculous, conversations is frivolous
Man, fuck all these
something to see
In your eyes pastures of green

In the company quarter the company store
Stays making the bargain that it made before
All the people are
understand
To the guys and me you were something more
Than just another band
 
And then sixty-nine in LA
Came around so soon
We were really making
girls set to rendezvous and be recognized again
Tomorrow is an off day
'Be in Baltimore by Thursday' is the only law

There's a suite down
cruise down one more time
With you by my side, it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in a river holding hands
one more time
With you by my side, it should be fine
We`ll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river holding hands
band
I want to sing in Jerusalem's Choir

When I was young and the preacher come around
Making his circuit through the mining towns
He'd say "Good
By the time you reached twenty one
See g see f
They said there's nothing like the first love you get boy
G f
They were wrong, oh so wrong,
G f g
They
the mystery God and murk you
Burry you mother fuckers in the ce-ment
Miss a post of that nigga in the pre-cent
Should of known my niggas don't play with
Old man walking by the sea is dreaming,
Dreaming of the days when he was young,
Hand in hand, a little boy beside him,
Hearing about the weekends
I'm the band in a show
?Bout a man holding hands with his wife
On a therapist couch with his face to the ground
After fucking around countless nights
fright
I guess we could cruise down one more time
With you by my side, it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river
his own
Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong
We up in smoke, making street schemes
Smoking sticky green, having sweet dreams
Break it down, put it in
his own
Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong
We up in smoke, making street schemes
Smoking sticky green, having sweet dreams
Break it down, put it in
they dead
They say, life's short gotta hold my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field
I was cursed since my young days, speeding
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
my disbelief 
And bathed me with her ever-smile. 
And with a howl across the sand 
I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound 
NO-ONE
I was longing to be wooed
I was ready to be humbled
By the words that you had written
By the syllables you mumbled
Yeah, I was ready in my heart
in the Basement" party
The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes barely visible as he,
Flashed a penlight in my eyes!
"Look directly into
amp up to eleven. six nickel wound strings have saved me again.
Suits and ties are not to congregate in my sanctuary judged only by my hands.

down here
bands up slim
Big blade like Sinbad
Man's been bad, I can make a man go swim
Walked in with the gym bag
Looking like man goes gym
I just came back
simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Dear Mister Muse
simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I
Knew, then I could
Get out the murder you see is a mystery to me

Dear Mister Muse fellow of wit
all remember me, dropped "Make Room"
in 1993, the rest is history
Y'all niggaz a mystery, Hardy Boys
Y'all fuckin' with the original party boys
terro tin in. 
lika homicide. like a tis dow like a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay! 

Submitted by Zodiac 

NIGHT GOAT: 
She wants my way to feel