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only the lonely
Little Joe

Oh no here he comes
Laughing with an old joke
Don't you cry

Never do a days work
Nothing of value will ever get hurt
'd found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD

Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
a fat ride, there's no need for a train
Rappers come close, but they just can't make it
When it comes to the funk, you know I won't fake it
Peace
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
Well you see I happened to be back on the east coast
A few years back tryin' to make me a buck
Like everybody else, well you know
Times get hard
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
Artist: Fat Joe f/ Armageddon, Tony Sunshine
Album: Loyalty
Song: All I Need
Typed by: y_c_brat@yahoo.com
[Talking: Fat Joe]
Cool & Dre
Who you
on, come on, come on, come on
You and nobody else
I wanna take you, so close to you

Just come and touch me
Just come and touch me
Touch me
Just
a clue
No one else comes close to you

I see your eyes before they closed
They looked right inside my soul
And they asked me not to grieve
I tried
you don't ever do anything else for me, 
Just do this for me brother,
Come on home, boy.

I was haulin' this hay to Uncle Joe's farm, 
Thought
tail 
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail 
All the ends, are justified by the means 
When Jack's on the scene 
Track the movement, don't lose it
down that broken yellow line

I can hear you but I can't see you
You've come so close
To becoming someone else
You're a fascination
A dislocation
else

My head feels hot but my hands are so cold
I saw few years and I feel so old
Sweet Sally don't come around no more
She read my palm and showed
close before
Never opened up that door
I'm still finding my way

Something else that lovers do
When I've been by myself
Never had to talk about
do anything else for me,
Just do this for me brother,
Come on home, boy.

I was haulin' this hay to Uncle Joe's farm,
Thought of us barefoot kids in
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
there by the railroad tracks. 
Oh, yes I did.

No news is good news; at least, that's what your mama said.
But, I could see in her eyes, she too, is
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
right now not to even care
And then this could be someone else's prayer

And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen's Green
Oh, I turned and tossed with
[Chorus 1:]
Clap your hands this evening, come on
(Scratching), this is for the homies(4x)

(Rodney O)
I'm Rodney O and I'm back, on a track
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
come to
Santa Monica to teach me to play
teach me to play

There isn't any place that I need to go
There isn't anything that I need to know
That I did
friends, when there ain't no ends
Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
rail away out there alone 
But my heart would sigh till I know that I am leavin' 

If I don't come back on a oneway track way down in Mexico 
You can
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...