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Dale Don Dale (Don Omar) · Acoustic: Bradley Nowell & Friends (Sublime) · Live at Bradley's (Kenny Barron) · Power of Cool/Blues at Bradley's (Donald Harrison) · The Nashville Sound: Owen Bradley (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bradley's Barn (The Beau Brummels) · Bradley Barn Sessions (George Jones) · Acoustic: Bradley Nowell & Friends (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Live at Bradley's (Kevin Eubanks) · Live at Bradley's II: The Perfect Set (Kenny Barron) – and 90 other albums »


settlement

Side by side with Lucy's stone
You two are forever missing colors in my home

Do you think you can forgive
I know that your life has been a burden
at me
Look out up ahead here come a R.P.G.
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a truck anymore

I've driven the big rigs for all
was where they claim to teach you understanding 
To teach you love and keep you off the streets 
And all the kids that live here are said to be
at me
Look out up ahead here come a R.P.G.
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a truck anymore

I've driven the big rigs for all
lonely here
Memories are the only thing what remained
Hell is waiting now for me
There we'll meet again you'll see
You disappointed me so bad
So I
the slides until the fun beat the telly

Since we've been signed we've been real good
We always wash our hands and chew our food
???????? are our favourite
And I'll think on it kindly many a mile
When I am gone from here

I'll take the good times with the bad
Times are nothing sure
I've learned the while that
Paulie Ann, come here sugar.
Said you know I been laying here, watching that sun come up
And I believe this is the first time I've seen the sun come up
like you, got real meaning 

I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies 

You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey 

You's a phony, I heard
and early next mornin' he said,
"Come here Paulie Ann, come here sugar.
You know I believe this is the first time there ever was the sun come
And I
and early next mornin' he said,
"Come here Paulie Ann, come here sugar.
You know I believe this is the first time there ever was the sun come
And I
all he's doing, transmitting to another
If you've gotta fuck, don't fuck yourself
Use protection for others, if not yourself
'Cause people are
of my lingo
Don't try to play me or you'd better play bingo
Or Monopoly, by Milton Bradley
I had to school another brother, but had he
Only took
motherfuckers in the cold 
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people 
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil 
But it's illegal,
Don't try to play me or you'd better play bingo
Or Monopoly, by Milton Bradley
I had to school another brother, but had he
Only took a second, and checked
Don't try to play me or you'd better play bingo
Or Monopoly, by Milton Bradley
I had to school another brother, but had he
Only took a second, and checked
side skill, ya best 
Step back 'cause I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill. 
So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? 
Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann
can to
Look like raggedy ann.

Jon: I'll check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. you look like one of
Those dancers from the hanson video, you
more step, and it is done

[Breton]
God of the earth
We got, the letter from you
So here we are
Is there nothing we can do?

[Tarine]
He is a fraud he's
where he is.
And now he must die.

[Amardon:]
Hagal, you cannot die here tonight.
We still have to fight side by side.
When he's laying beside of me. (He
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride" 
Have you heard about, shorty be
down to this very simple doctrine, 
Given by Ralph Habbasham the owner: 
Ralph says the customer is always right, 
And the customers here are mostly
Yo yo, son give me that newspaper

Yeah aight, here you go

Man, I hate this one yo. You know the Post is always on some bias racist
Bullshit,
head like Ann Boleyn
While rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
I ask you for this glance through vast expanse of thin veneers
Steered by
Lord Elderley, Lrd Borrowmere,
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp,
With every virtue, every grace,
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Here you see-the