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like Uncle Tom's
Like Louis Armstrong
Wearin a tattoo and goin onstage like Tracy Chapman
I cancelled a big tour cause I was prepared
Why'all
right. 
Rise up this mornin', 
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds 
Pitch by my doorstep 
Singin' sweet songs 
Of melodies pure and true,
Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying',
Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying',
Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying',
the three
And they sang and were happy
In the nest in the tree

Over in the meadow
On a rock by the shore
Lived and old mother frog
And her little
lovely day
(Oh yeah) 

Three singing birds told me
By sunrise he's always there in the morning
praying And blessing the day 

I heard about this
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide 
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied 
While little hands make vain
Rise up this morning
Smile with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs
Melody's pure and true
Saying this is my
all of it
Not some of it
I saw a man turn into a bird
I saw a bird turn into a tiger
I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes
In
alright!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is
Her body made me wanna sin 
Right then my buzz was kickin' in 
She had a devil's grin 
And then her boss drove by 
She flipped them the bird 
She
alright!"

Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying',
little house at Four-O-Thirty-Three

The 4,000 lot proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place that was sold to me an' you

Oh, all around
tried to take me out
Shot me right in front of my mother
By Tracy's house
Now its time to change my life I think Rap's the answer
Same day I got
One, two, three, four Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Buddha please
Can you help a little peasant that's begging on her knees
Illusion fills my head like
The song of a little bird,
The joy in three little words
I know it's real, this is how it feels
To be loved by you
The stars from a midnight sky,
and pistol by his side
Hey, hey, hey hey

He rode till he come to Miss Mousie's door
Hey, hey
Rode till he come to Miss Mousie's door
Hey, hey
Rode till
that cheap
It may become a bad habit
You see a brother with a little bit of dough, you want to grab it
I get approached by a man, sometimes I throw a fit
no rules when you in this game

Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in
slow. 

Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach. 

Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'. 

[Daz] 

And you
This is an SCG3 Special Report with Sam Romero.

"Good evening, I'm Sam Romero. We continue our special rapport now on the so-called monster
Walkin' To Missouri
Sammy Kaye
Peaked at # 11 in 1952
Words and music by Bob Merrill, 1952
Poor little robin walkin', walkin', WALKIN'
alright!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,