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1 Higashiyama, Meguro, Tokyo
One day imma live there but for now I'm moving slow
Cause I need to get my bands up man right now they is so low
Living

minds' speech rhyming 
I might be antisocial or afflicted by anxiety 
So I'ma be the guy you see who's hiding while he rides the beat 
I'm heading to death

fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
East 14th
Roddy

The Lost Beagle
Music, Lyrics, and Vocals by Jillian Moore, Reagan Smith

Intro - C, G, C, C

Verse 1 - C, F, cm, G, C, F, cm, G
Once upon a winter

Old Friends are sure hard to come by
And it killed me to hear you were gone
I cherish the miles we traveled
And the stages we shared and stood on  

We

Texas fiddle by far
Call me old-fashioned, back in the day, I like country music that way

Corn maze building in and out of season, forts and hideouts in

You Don't Know (For Fucks Sake)

Yelawolf

Slumdon Bridge

2012

Sipping a lemon and lime Corona only with my best friends
Cause I paid in my pride
Giving the time to write rhymes
But I find truth at a quarter to five,

make it out this town
I need couple bands
Mama used to tell
They ain't really want the best for you
Even some niggas you call your friends
Turn

man
You wanna be my girl but I’m chasing these bands
She told her friends that she talk to a rapper but I am an artist you know that it's different

the milli
Non stop with killing
If it doesn't make sense then I'm a billy
Goat that's prone to grope dough
And drive by ya city
Throwing money out the roof

I finessed a dude named Robert for a Honda Accord
I just scammed an old white man and his name was George
I just knocked out the bank lady like my

the milli
Non stop with killing
If it doesn't make sense then I'm a billy
Goat that's prone to grope dough
cnd drive by ya city
Throwing money out the roof

She's got a killer band 
Storms the stage n lets it rip like old school 
She took on all the odds, Never once thought 
That she's ever ever gonna lose

depression, was taking it slow, so I came from the bottom
Now a young fella was reaching the top, my old friends won't stop calling
Damn I tell em "proceed with

I remember me and my friends playing at dad's house on the weekend
'Til he found the video camera where my friend had recorded
An MTV cribs satire

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands

One of the other acts
I just had to come over here and ask
Have you guys ever thought
Of…forming a boy band? A boy band?
I’m serious why would we form

friends regardless
Just bands on all us, counts bands regardless
Get money regardless, fuck monsters regardless
Hit licks regardless, get rich regardless
He

Hey man who let this little ass nigga in the booth man
Thinking he talking big shit on the microphone
Three years old crying on the floor nigga tryna

a brittle old tooth
Now
I dont even feel pain
My bones hardened like Im Bamboo
I'm a man now
Catch me standing out
I dont even need to rock a tattoo 

This is

written by Carlos cscanio
Lyrics by Carlos cscanio
crrangements Carlos cscanio

Vocals: Carlos cscanio
Guitars: Carlos cscanio
Keyboards: Carlos cscanio

These bitches be fake
These bitches be phoney
That's why I stay by my lonely
Gotta stay on my grind
Got a lot on my mind
Can't let thoughts hold me
I

Why these niggas talkin' just to get a reaction?
Words don't hold power if their not followed by action
I speak with a voice that holds listeners

grew
To love the old befriended my time
Walk with a presence schooled
Existence been the test playing twister
Structured the sentence ruled
By the Laws