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the group again until nearly a year
Later the Abbey Road ken Scott
Who has first sat at the
Mixing desk for some of the
Magical Mystery Tour songs
Recored
steep
Restrictions would ease in a week
George Floyd died and the world took a knee
Kaepernick twenty sixteen
Four years later plus the rest of history
the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
Years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
leka
Then you should rather surrender (kom hie)
No my album isn’t diamond but I’m shining like De Beers
22 track solo made the album of the year (whoo)
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Still blastin' away
Spit and put
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke
by all of the people who open their homes to a vagabond honing his craft
So thank you
We keep it movin' so it's time to hit the road
But y'all
minutes and 46 seconds
Unauthorized techniques were employed
A counterfeit twenty doesn't seem enough money
To cost a 46 year old man his life
He had kids
so get it right
The streets ruthless, the coupe roofless, the nine is near
These new niggas get foolish, man, this time of year
My palms itchin',
and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
time will tell I guess
But right now I have so much
I wanna rattle off of my chest
Like mom dad how you been
It's been a minute
Twenty two years in
with the same clichés
It's a Re-Ron, a time machine
Stuck in reverse and filming what he sees
Twenty years gone with the point of a gun
To hell with
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
At 20 years old you think you know, but
Responsibility will take its toll
Boy don’t let it take your soul
On the road of life the fog is thick and heavy
and the Aggies and the Hamptons
They book us, won't book us, I'm Booker
T. Washington, George killed, for twenty
Think about it (think), that's two thousand
too far from my family to travel
(Fuck)
I just came unraveled
Socked the DA before I got gaffled
Owned by CA, State Property
Just like the year 1553
Definitely did take a long time
2020 been a sad year
Wasn't gon' even do this
But I think that y'all needed me after everything that been goin'
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
to you
So hold on tight
Enjoy the ride
For the next 20 years
These next 20 years
Will go by so fast
I’m gonna love you
20 after that
Brick by brick I laid the game down
Ever since I been FRYD I ain't never came down
I see in 20 20 my vision so clear (so clear)
I see in 20 20 my
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