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instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran

a goat down
Hometown is a ghost town, imma see the world now

I pray that we can make it out the skillet
I know that we a long, long way from home
Baby

I'm enjoying the acoustics
Light jog smooth as cool whip
No games holding no pool stick
No games holding no pool stick
Ay
I'm enjoying the acoustics

Nah, no funny shit, I fuck with this
Aight, aight
Aight, let's get it
This is my delivery, here's one in the mail
I'll never steer ‘em wrong, so just

it
Then I meant it
And since the truth is potent
My spoken akin to smoking
It's as if you light a bong
Get ascended, from a spliff hit
Get lifted, by

I try my best in understanding you, 

Lets get through it together, imma use all my intangibles,


(CHORUS)

This is my acoustic song,

To get you

to roll

I got the strap by the seam of my clothes 

Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose

Putting down pressure you

to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes

Don't wash the cast iron skillet
Don't drink and drive, you'll spill it
Don't ask too many questions or you'll never get to sleep
There's a hole

Every single day I get older by a day just like everybody else in the world
I’m gonna reach up and turn on the light
Have a party ‘til late at night

I noticed you don't care bout I so I take
Take my time, I push my work, craft and grind
Trying to get grimey before its time
I don't take pleasure in

he'll point blank me
I don't buy it
If it's beef then I'ma fry it
I wont toss the skillet, I'ma hide it
I Had off his skillet just for trying
Crease God

We'll get old when we're older
We'll sleep when we're tired
We'll keep burning bright into the night
'Cause we got the fire
And here in this

In My Dreams

David Crosby

Greatest Hits Live

2003

And they never would come down

Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home

[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar

pack the blicky
Smoke em in the back by the woods
No Halloween treat or it get tricky
Roadman Roadman Roadman Roadman Roadman i'm in the city
Please

is I had to hustle at me since a kid
I gotta run it up quickly Dukes gettin' older, my nieces get bigger
Got love for all of my niggas Got love for all

This shit is hot as wasabi
I just do this as a hobby
And by the way
I produce all of my own beats
That shit that you is bumping to right now that's

The Rap God I do this
Talented down to my roots bitch
Chopped samples on my piano
Acapella acoustic
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get

Like my shit been jack
My last five been hell I'm just
Trying to get that back
I done built one hell of a
Story trying to get that sack
So many nights

My first concert was b.o.b.
I was 14 im tryna see the magic in me
Johns mom drop us off so hype to get out we spilled out
That car
Grindin with

paper I'm stressed
But I'm not caught up on my flaws I just compete at my best
Yes
I am the one if you don't know me
But my fate is not decided by

niggas up
I told them, let's get it

Even got vegans putting beef on the skillet
God, I'm popping champagne
Why you give me limits
It's cold in hell, but

'm the illest in the skillet
Now bend on over and spread them cheeks
You're an asshole I'm about to fill in
You look like the embodiment
Of a walking-talking

Peace in Mind

Neneh Cherry

Homebrew

1992

bread and wine
To keep me cool inside

I had a home
Inside of me

Acoustic
Acoustic loneliness

I knew a young girl by the name of Suzie
Now she