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peace of mind 
On the westbound number nine

Sittin' on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county line
I can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy
peace of mind 
On the westbound number nine

Sittin' on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county line
I can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy
She said she was going to see Grandma 
Who lives by the river so wide 
And I guess my mommy's feeling bad 
And perhaps she won't be home tonight
somebody to paint the Gin Blossoms
I accidentally saw them once
Hey, I've been carrying the weight
But it’s easy to be unafraid
When you're so critically
She said she was going to see Grandma 
Who lives by the river so wide 
And I guess my mommy's feeling bad 
And perhaps she won't be home tonight
She said she was going to see Grandma 
Who lives by the river so wide 
And I guess my mommy's feeling bad 
And perhaps she won't be home tonight
Your piss is like a river
Its scent is beer and gin
Your hell is in the summer
And you blossom in the spring
September is your purgatory
Christmas
protest not to give up as give in
Heading straight for the wreckage
Picking up a shovel and a hoe
Start putting back the bricks one by one

Numbers
if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue
Yeah, it's time to wake up
Wake up and cake up
It's 187.4 fm on your dial
The number 1 station via satellite, cd radio and your stereo
if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue
if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue
now or they have taken you

I am not bad or crazy; I live here in a forest
I see things through a rainbow, I am a blossom come alive
They have no
I am, a little bit of you makes me your man

Trumpet, the trumpet
Mambo number five

A little bit of Monica in my life, a little bit of Erica by
that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue slurred cause
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
'Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My talk
knees
But he's a nice boy so he drops you on your street
I can't believe it
Looks like you blew it

He's got your name, he's got your number
He's
here by chance?

I've lost all direction
I've lost all my direction
And now I wish, that I would have believed
Could have believed

Escape, escape
I am, a little bit of you makes me your man

Trumpet, the trumpet
Mambo number five

A little bit of Monica in my life, a little bit of Erica by
I am, a little bit of you makes me your man

Trumpet, the trumpet
Mambo number five

A little bit of Monica in my life, a little bit of Erica by
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
this case ricket
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if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue
if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue
a brew, see what I can run through
And half naked in the summer, I'm collecting numbers
I tell 'em keep it on the under, waiting for the sun up
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