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a thing quick and easy 

Think slick, she better get wit the wick 

'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style 

You tried to run the race but you lost by
I know the way by heart. 


 (Chorus) 

           A 
 And the house still looks the same, 
                                                 E
declare that's all you crave

(harmonica & instrumental)

Well now-a my mother told me one thing
You know my father sayed the same
You runnin' around with
seem a fool to you
In everything I say or do
But I know this is our fate
I think we`re past the sell-by date
The encores through, the show at an end
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You
fine
Watch the tower as it starts to teeter. 
New lyrics follow the same old meter. 
It can't be comfortable when the whole thing's about to fall.
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull 
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule 
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes 
Rhymes by
my bling off
Like I'm caught in a maze
Trying pace, how much that thing cost, shit
Give me like 2 of them, shit I deserve it
Who am I to talk, hoe
anything I grub on, this ain’t no love song
Now everybody stop and say hey
And pretty young thing got me off the wall
Last shot of the night, this my
real through the drama
We still brothers now
[AJ Randall ajrandall106]


Provide for my family
Ride with my family
Things tough, still by my side
That's
the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it