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in what they say
They get 'em and they take 'em and they lock 'em far away
It could be me it could be you, it could be any one of us
When you find

Break the silence made
By the violent ways
A snake ate the key
To the lock of my maze

Bird's eye garden scene
Exile from the keep
The fog flowing

Viva La Persistence

Kimya Dawson

Hidden Vagenda

apathy, McNuggets where my balls should be
Or super sized conformity? I walked away and I'm still me
Free to go fucking crazy, free to know why I'm angry

It's the key with your name
I wear on a string by my heart
When I know it is there
We're not so far apart i have to leave
Lock the room for it was not

THE STACK IS HIGHER THAN YA ALL MY REAL
BITCHES YEAH I DO FEEL YA SO MAKE SURE YOU KEEP YO
SHIT ON LOCK AND KEEP TAKIN NIGGA SHIT OUT THEY POCKET
JUST KEEP

I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday [Bonus Track]

Roy Wood

Number One Christmas Album

merry way
Now the frosty paws appear
And they've frozen up my ear
So we'll lie by the fire
'Til the sleet simply knocks 'em all away

Well I wish it

gonna kick you to the curb
So rather than being pushed around 
I'm gonna push you away first
So rather than trying to protect you 
I'm gonna cover my

swing and swerve
Oh yeah
Look into my face, it's time to realize
You can't judge people by bloodshot eyes
You say I have a problem and I need to change my

chupacabras dead
I live in the States, born in Monterey
Got a gringa by my side
She can cook some frijoles
I cross the border and la migra said
'hey, come

the King
Having fun? Join the club
Tell the friends you bring
With my hearts, diamonds, I can do anything
Your minds are confined
It is I who can break locks

we packed ends with some black feds
We’d be alright and neglect lock

And that’s where I step off

Oh Britannia
Run for the prize
Like I run for my

we packed ends with some black feds
We’d be alright and neglect lock

And that’s where I step off

Oh Britannia
Run for the prize
Like I run for my

hopelessness
Pretending that I'm swimming let's see how long I can hold my breath
Before I hit the bottom floor
Hide away and lock my door and overthink my

wanna hear about your day
I start a conversation  
To put my interest on display  
I try so hard to lock my eyes into yours
But you're always looking away

thoughts be heavy on my brain, I might need a dolly
Looking around the room
It's like, like five niggas with six bitches
Tryna lock a bitch down like cocoons

something that they're not
Stop the bluff get away from me
Rather be cold to my core
If y'all try to put a lock on me
I will go bust down that door
Cause I

nigga go form your crew,
Jammie when the prey gets away
Fuck the government where's my tax rebate,
Use my pen as the wapper no Brad Pitt I'll leave a man

When I'm Sixty-Four

Connie Evingson

Let It Be Jazz: Connie Evingson Sings the Beatles

2003

When I get old and losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I'd been out

No Rider

Urthboy

The Hip Hop Show

2005

doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (like, broke as hell, can't you tell)

Leave the house, lock the door, catch the train
Or the bus it's

after you.
Ya'll niggas ain't shit.
Your producers ain't shit.
Your fuckin A & R ain't shit.
I'll fuckin wipe my ass with your demo deal.
Yo, Diabolic.

y'all niggas ain't shit
Your producers ain't
Shit your fuckin' A&R ain't shit
I will fuckin' wipe my ass with
Your demo deal yo Diabolic
Take this

snabbed it
With a nice necklace on with a key?
I gotta have it
Slipped away but got caught by a soldier 
Now I'm in a jail cell the nights get colder
Nasty

fly by shit
Why_ you interfering in my air space / fuck if ya bear weight / quick  to set ya chair straight /


Fine line between love and hate -maybe

me cry
You're like a Pokemon trainer 
With how hard you lock eyes
And I just wanna die
I wish I had a handle 
So I could take control of my life