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, so much to answer for 

Edward, see those alluring lights ? 
Tonight will be your very last night 

A woman said : "I know my son is dead 
I'll
mercy
Heaven is where my phone lives (heaven is where my phone lives)

In my pocket, so cozy; oh what a joy replies give
It seems Melissa's
mercy
Heaven is where my phone lives (heaven is where my phone lives)
In my pocket, so cozy; oh what a joy replies give
It seems Melissa's babysittin'
stood shaking my head
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed

I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
She was
don’t come back for us when he makes it
And if he do it be too late, you gotta face it
'Cause by then there's someone new you've been replaced with
Old
cruel to his mother
And makes a vow to return only when
He is so much richer, in every way so much bigger that -
- the old man will never hit anyone again
This is not a love song. Naa.

I had a crush on Tawanda she went to IS230
Figure eight she was so curvy
Had an arch in her back with mad jewelery
stood shaking my head
No man has the right to own mountains
Any more than the deep ocean bed

I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
She was
Straight from scrubs so my uncle is a janitor
Love my Mother, hate a motherfucker, hate a piece o' shit, hate a cocksucker
Stand beside me motherfucker
They gave him his card, said, things are slack
We've got a machine can learn the knack
Of doing your job, so don't come back
The end of my old man
[Melissa Jiminez]
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us
breathed hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Daddy was an old time preacher man and Leona would get up to testify
And we'd sing in the sweet by and by
When it happened he walked through all the estates, from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped an old
Man on his own chase some
to Melissa
Then Melissa got my number, started sendin' me pictures
In all type of different positions, man this bitch on a mission
Listen, a man is a man, gon'
with the cash
So I jump in the S-Line driving fast
Hope I don't bump in to my step-dad
'Cause they say mental abuse is worse than physical abuse
And I
The old man is laughing tonight
He's young beyond his fears
But then the smile drops from his eyes
And we all wind up in tears

The old man's
is my opinion and it is my opinion, 
I don't care what no one says
Real talk, those old guys that don't wanna bring him in
Whatever man, fuck
and hittin' drills in Pop Warner
The unforgettable good old days how it used to be
'foe niggas made the transition from a jock to a G
now the streets is nice
Little Billy cram, just caught my eye,
Duck tail flying as he bopped by
Little Willie crew cut is sitting by me,
But he's so dumb, that he can't see
like a pothole
I’m colder than the snot nose
Man all these hoes is my hoes
and if she bougie fuck her once
then leave her hanging, dry clothes
I
know
That p**** pop like pyro
And she know I'm a pothead
That p**** like a pothole
I’m colder than the snot nose
Man all these hoes is my hoes
and if she
back 'n' forth, that's my only destination
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old
And we'd sing "In The Sweet By And By" 
The we'd sing "I'm On My Way To Canaan Land" 
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man 

Revivals and camp meetings
Man, I was in a place
Called Keeprunnin', Mississippi one time
And I heard someone on my way by
Sounded a little something like raw funk to me
So
didn't seem to bother the old man at all.

A traveler was riding by that day
And stopped to hear him a-fiddling away
The cabin was afloat and his feet