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think you can,
Do it to the music--that's the Bartman.

Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Whoa!
Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.

we hit that drill when we slide in the west side
Niggas be dying for nothing, I let out a war cry

Music flowing in my veins, bloodline
Cursing

No Such Thing as Free

Yelawolf

Trunk Muzik, Vol. 3

2019

on a roll
I'm rolling by, four front tires, so inspired
Raised the bar, I'm on the rise, it's

Trunk music
Shit, you can bump to it
Pull her up to it

stick to the script, some days I just wanna cry
But it's okay cuz it ain't often that I say I wanna die
And I get by
Cuz I get high
Come low again and get

the summer breeze
So I'm cutting out early like appendectomies
Warm weather, good drinks, that's the recipe
And you know we roll deep, so deep,
Cause everybody

people ask me how I been, I give 'em a white lie
My heart has been as dark as a black cat, at night time
Music never ruined and by that it's my lifeline

enemy
They're all the same to me
Pardon my flow is too ill with the melody
Take a deep breath and
Woo woo sa
Sa sa sa
Woo woo sa
Sa sa sa
Woo woo sa
Sa sa

to the beginning, of imagination

The Temps let it run away with them
Twisted reality, made it bend
Grab it as it goes by enemy or friend
Check it out before you hit

I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run

me up to make me happy but deep down I just cry
Call me ungrateful but it's truthful
Gas me in my highs and leave me when it's crucial
These thoughts

to make a nigga cry
There's puddles by feet I almost drowned
Everybody talkin' bout the drip but I really douse
There's a puddle near me
(Puddles by my

the way out
My friends, please, don't believe in Quiet

Okay around
Okay around
You must just look around
Okay around
Okay around
Confide in music sound,

In the trap, making music every day (Every day!)
I am getting by fine, but I’m on the chase (That paper chase)
Tryna get this paper, stacking faces
I

The anguished cry of life has faded into night
Coming untied, our words all fly
Flung far and wide
Good night! Good night!
Your deep dreams draw nigh

Let me put on my body
Feel every cell
Catch every part of my soul

Life is music
Don't you see the rhythm?
Love is a symphony
Going up and down
But

Nothin'

Chris Rice

Exodus [Sony]

1998

enough to join a billion people
For a wedding feast
Deep enough to reach out and touch
The face of the One who made me
And oh, the love I feel, and oh

all that news cry everyday it blew my mind out
Digging way too deep im in a hole that I can't climb out
You think I got time to think about if you gon'

never that sure

You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed

In places no one will find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep

You all alone at that point, you get me? Crazy
Supplied by uber eats
Scooter the movement gon' let my troppers eat
Hopped out
V.W motors caused up

a good time for you
I cry 
I aint no gangsta 
If u try my patients 
I cry out in anger

Shed so many tears 
Throughout the years 
So much pain in my heart

by my side he's tatted for my life now
We lost Chris I don't think he even knew when it was lights out
My Uncle made my music I hope one day he can

Now let's dive into the veil
As I let out in a wail
My marketable music
It's all about that marketable music
By being relatable and making random pop

did open up the door
To music's mystic dreams
With his songs of magik prophecy
In death he still sings

By the son of the god Apollo
And the muse

did open up the door
To music's mystic dreams
With his songs of magik prophecy
In death he still sings

By the son of the god Apollo
And the muse