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your love I'll disdain
For I have a young sweetheart and Donald by name
And he went to the wars about ten years ago
And a maid I remain 'till he
Just Call Me A Mack
Word,
Right!
Just call me the mack
Anytime baby,
Cause I ain't confused

Usher singing 

I maybe got some,
But I got a 
Whole lot
and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
Hand me down food and hand me down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
We've been fighting for the love of our lives

All around us things come apart
Broken pieces broken hearts
Fix me oil me match me with the next best
The sway of distance
A suffering march
Lives tremble on and on
We usher burdens that see us through
Blinding light emanates guiding me from
the picture's quite complete
But don't be fooled by this appearance you see
'Cause there is one thing sure to motivate me
Maybe since I'm not impressed
By common
burns our eyes.
We've been fighting for the love of our lives

All around us things come apart.
Broken pieces. broken hearts,
Fix me, oil me, match
Coltrane and her cosmic strains
Still no vocal on blue black horizons

Your plasticity is tested by a formless assault
The sun can answer questions in
today
Fire it up, Fire it up, girl
Fire it up, Fire it up, now
Fire it up - Make it pay
Before the time has passed you by
You got to let me touch your
for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at come and put that pussy on me

Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit
Yeah you know that money
Banks around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't
Banks around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't
a bet
Innishowen could then be known for it's multi millionaires
Where Donald Trump would like a chunk to live in solitaire

To stand on top
give the more you get (that's real talk)
Yeah, yeah (let me warm it up for ya)

Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's number
(let me warm it up for ya)

	[Jay-Z]
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's number one hustler (Sean Carter)
Don't call it
see you bastards at the burial
Jay go first and then Mary go, round
I just ride, hold her down with the fifth by my side
Me and Miss Blige
Look up
down, dressed up like Donald Duck
It was a midget G-man

And we're sorry that we could not show it live
But we'll have film of the shooting here
on the events tide. Blessed be the one who guides us
Higher, take me higher
The dreams sent by the gods live forever now forever more
dressed up like Donald Duck
It was a midget G-man
And we're sorry that we could not show it live
But we'll have film of the shooting here at five

Give me
like you to meet my friend Bob
(Huh?)

Say hi Bob
(Hi Bob)
Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause Bob sits at home
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That's why they whisper when they see me point and stare at me
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job, cause Bob sits at home