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it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need
the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
 Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from
Where are my friends tonight
Who's looking out for me
I don't mind drinking by myself
I don't wanna be alone again

Where are my friends tonight
me for some time to spend
Just long as I'm out your door by 10:00pm
Platonic love will have to suffice
Can't bear the thought of you out of my life
out my mind girl, but you know you like it
So hope up on my cosmic highway so we can ride it

Shorty are you going my way
Come and ride on my, my
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Job 13:22

I've been away for a little while
And I don't like where it takes me
Out of touch I'm going out
to disagree?"
So Bernice bobs her hair and is instantly ensnared
In a trap so well prepared by Marjorie

Her hair was long, her hair was dark
Her hair fell
burning, way down in my mind.
And that's why, I'm going out and trying, a flathead one more time.


I ain't seen my racing buddies in thirty years, or more.
brainwashing, they want to stop my guys
With money and lies, they got the troop monopolized
Manipulate and pollute the Mind State
Generations of mine rate
My
don't know, I doubt it.

Subterranean by design,
I wonder what I would find if I met you,
Let my eyes caress you,
Until I meet the thought of Missess
a cup and you can party 'till the sun comes up

12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm
When words are weaved, pictures are painted
Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets

Got so much on my mind, all these thoughts weaving in and out created
don't know, I doubt it.

Subterranean by design,
I wonder what I would find if I met you,
Let my eyes caress you,
Until I meet the thought of Missess
Words and music by bob seger

There's a highway
A lonesome stretch of gray
It runs between us
And takes me far away
Out in the distance
Always within
the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
 Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from
Pusher of the button
Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nothin'
The mack of the format gettin' fat
Ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood
Is flowin' money
merchants and your bankers too
Must get up and learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet

A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
out of his mind
With the Colins and Bobs

I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl

He calls for a copy
bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out
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My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah, Blade 
And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me?

{Yeah
I've got to get away [x9]

Ain't nothin' but the funk, Baby!

I need a piece of mind,
I'm stressed out today
It's about that time
To make that
in the freemasons
While the cops giving out free mace to your face
Now how do that taste
I'm outta my mind
These video's tellin' y'all lies, bruh