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lookin' lit
I don't wait in line
Blues in my pocket, sounds like a jazz song 
Went to Marcellus, what more can they sell us?
Take a trip to New York,

Takem Back

Boosie Badazz

Out My Feelings (In My Past)

2016

of tha Bob Marley on 55 (Jacktown)
Go hit my nigga Slow on Les Street
My block, G Street no bitch street
Coke, weed, x pills couldn't miss me
On my

oh, when I see your smiling on my busking
busking, busking
Indie rock music, soft pop music, blue jazz music, 
oh more people, oh more people, are

but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by

I'm heading for that big 50 - ain't no other way I can go
You know I'm losing some of my good looks
Gotta get me some glasses now even to read my

Don't tell me nothing while I'm geeking by tomorrow I forgot
Twin Glocks look like Tia & Temara
Beefing with me you gon' be down the barrel
Sleazy a king

seraph engravings
With their little marble penises in their cute heretic holy hands

All the swollen angels with tar drooling wounds
I tricked
Circles me

everything
Blues reggae jazz Rock soul RnB hip hop
Everybody that use autotune in a cool way
I'm saying lick me like a lollipop in my hallway
Be my bar tender

Chip lil nigga from the slumps I remember gathering crumbs
Now they gone pay a equity if they want me to come
These blues these ain't ones Not the two

blues and jazz and I fall truly fast
When thinking how I came across someone from above kingdoms

You probably know the way to heaven, tell me I'm lying

IN BETWEEN TIME BLUES

VERSE

I’LL BE JUST FINE WHEN MY BABY GETS BACK HOME
HE HAS THE REMEDY FOR BEIN’ LEFT ALONE
I’M LIKE A SHIP ADRIFT ABANDONED BY

ahead and eat it up
I come from a blues kitchen 
So lets meet at the crossroads
I got soul I got jazz got my heart in my hand
So you better move your ass

Good evening, turrets and gentle-cubes!
My name is Loose Screws Louis and I will
Be your Jazz Core for this evening
I'm gonna sing you a song
Called

to quell
I'm antipersonnel
Hit you with a blue shell
It is too late to tell
Way too smooth im hair gel
And his bitch wished me well
Desert tokyo at night

as it's got a good beat
As long as it's got a good feel
As long as it's not...   typical

Whether it's heavy metal, or classical
Whether it's jazz or rap

should be

Did you ever hear the story of ET
A little bit skinnier and bony than me
Got found by a boy and put on a bike
Bet you didn't know what was my

The flowers in his hair
The stars in his eyes
How he ruled the world in his own disguise
I couldn't help but stare
The clouds are a glare
He's got me

with green purple gold, swing the beat

Carribean, Africa, Spain, c'est la vie France
Fuse with roots, jazz and blues, and native american chants
Sound

of boxes look a lot like concrete homes
I can hear the jazz horns and the sirens too
Brings a whole new meaning to hearin the blues
The world is mine that's

tags
Cuz I gotta look fly, that's the game a dog has
An aspiring player what I'm also known as
I been hit with the blues, I ain't talking bout Jazz, nah

that I'm spittin
Everyone do some dirt
But they got they eyes on me like binoculars
Fuck riding in a bird that's blue just to get chartered
Now I'm

fatalnie
Jego ręce drżały jego oczy były przekrwione
I nawet jak na czarnego był bardzo blady

I was down in old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square

just me
Time is passing by
I can't cope
I just want to flee

I want to be free
I want to be free
Legacy just doesn't matter to me
I want to be free
I

(Music) Soundtrack to my fantasy
(Music) Donny, Stevie, Chaka, too
(Music) My soul, my funk, my jazz, my blues

Repeat Chorus:

With me, like a trusted