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And if they had we'd never have
These lovely mountain songs

'Moon Of Alabama' is my favorite country tune
It's got lyrics by a communist and music by
represent that, though it's evident that
You talkin' 'bout places that you ain't never been at
In fact, I'ma say it again
Livin' by the pen is minglin'
the Brothers that groove in Grand Central
I learned to make you bounce as a part of fundamentals
Every record must be sold 'cause in this job there are no
met her on grand final day
And from sixteen thousand miles away
Yeah I knew
I was in trouble deep past me boots

You think it's so hard
Alone in
bet I get that 80 grand wrist
Told me we could never get rich
Now watch me ride the Chevy hit the switch
Straight ballin' like a bitch
Aye, riding
the Brothers that groove in Grand Central
I learned to make you bounce as a part of fundamentals
Every record must be sold 'cause in this job there are no
Poetry:

A fucking taxpayer who salutes to a Confederate flag
My chain and thoughts is on the rag
Aryan ways learned from my grand-dad
I'm on my toes around
Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit
Things of beings is unseen by men
in shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
The word of God, always
learned a valuable lesson
Perfection is just glorified opinion
When in the grand scheming things it's our imperfections
That truly make us perfect
So do
Mr. Perfect yeah yeah
yea yeah yea

And in the end they all learned a valuable lesson
Perfection, it's just glorified opinion
When in the grand
Not a butterfly, bunny, bee, bird bein' hurt
Got a third-rock-from-the-sun claim for the turf
Never learned how to love, gimme brain then it burnt
(yeah, word up) 
Cause the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career 
I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta 
Keep my mouth shut
Poetry:

A fucking taxpayer who salutes to a Confederate flag
My chain and thoughts is on the rag
Aryan ways learned from my grand-dad
I'm on my toes around
the bundles,
An easy ten grand, it felt like a hundred,
These Gucci belts by the stomach, with guns in them.
Its only wealth that we want, if we run wit em
Till
love and the city that never sleeps
From thought to finish I was born just a couple of weeks late
Stayed home longer just to make sure everything was
niggaz know where you stay
Address your address, change your place
Before you spray nigga

(Nine by nine) I learned a lot from stank if you got bank
the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our
the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our
the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our
love and the city that never sleeps
From thought to finish I was born just a couple of weeks late
Stayed home longer just to make sure everything was
love and the city that never sleeps
From thought to finish I was born just a couple of weeks late
Stayed home longer just to make sure everything was
though life has never been swell
Somewhere there's gotta be where a good samaratin prevails
But they get straight sodomy
So I learned the ways of man
love and the city that never sleeps
From thought to finish I was born just a couple of weeks late
Stayed home longer just to make sure everything was
ideas in my head
Like trippling my money, and doubling my fans
I did shows for hundreds, but now I'm getting grands
But I give thanks to the man, for
I'm back by popular demand
Well not really, but my optimism's grand
A little success has got me in a jam
I never thought I'd say I got too many