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brave
All the palm trees dances
My soul feels a little lighter
High hope levels
Anticipating when you’re gonna
Walk by, slow down the time or maybe
Swing

warned me not to dance around the fire or I'll get burnt
But if I already hurt then I'll let the smoke lead me out of my room and into the woods
I know you

yeah)
When the night comes, and the days fly by
I hope that you'll stick with me, here by my side
I know that I'll be with you til the day I die
Can this

when I'm near
No need to feel alone I'm right here
I'll stand by your side you know I'm real

I'll stand by your side you know I'm real
Oh you know I'm

I been by myself all day long 
Dark skin in the dark got me feeling like Akon 
A nigga feel alone I take ya bitch it's just a loan 
Baby girl is all

brothers
Grew from the gutta
Now we surrounded by Oracles who smell like Orchids and Rose Mist ......
If you ain't understand none of that
I'll leave you

Lately things been slightly outta focus
Events around me causing commotion
When I'm not by your side
I'm losing my mind
I don't know what to do

Let me start by saying
I love life
It's so beautiful and complicated

It aint easy but it's worth it
Everyday you seein

Monday work
Tank is empty

the same place they tried to kill my race, I made a lane
You talking paying dues, man, I made it rain
But on that Bob Marley, I don't wanna wait in vain

worry I'll keep it G 
Only 5 foot nigga you know you should  call B I G 
My team
You should only be talkin about my team 
Try me 
I got niggas waitin by w

you look like a pickle all slimy 
I'll tickle your bitch with my dick in her hiney
Ice on my wrist make yo bitch think I'm shiny
Acting fickle don't

were born rich

Shout out to Bob Proctor, may he rest in peace
And you showing me the secret, now I finally see
And I'll spend my whole life on Napoleon

And bang bang for lukey Luke
Chew em up n spit em out like Juicy fruit
We Come by And some hide em
Others like ill just tuck mine in
Trump Biden Its one

Christmas night

Old Uncle Bob sleeping in the corner chair
Aunt Mary sipping from the jar over there
By the stove with the baby in her arms so sweet

blacker
Jeans still skinny but my pockets getting fatter
Nigga playing real goofy gotta hold the line
Better bob and weave for you get a swollen eye
Slim g

all my thoughts 
That was the dream plan the whole team un replaceable 
We doing the team dance 
Had to blow for me to work 
I'm official with dream

pray for forgiveness
Leviticus 24:17

I ain't hear to dance baby,
Yes indeed, I'm movin tact
Got the plan and the advance,
Set it up, ain't no cul de sac

house of women like bob Saget want to go to war bullets at em like a drive-by I don't say shit still a nigga like some Wi-Fi Flexing like Popeye Hit her

dance that real Martha Graham shit
Night in jail, out on bail, time to rail shit
More like Bob fuckin Dylan than Cate Blanchett
We on that real Peter Pan

How should I start this verse
Fuck it I'll do it again
Gimme the Louie purse
Rock it once then I'm throwing the bitch
I'm deaf so I cancel the script

Thing by my side safety is off always ready to pop
Ready to fuck up any instrumental soon as it drop
Pay no attention to the hooplah the rumors gossip

Bob came to the island, he looked around in fear
For the torture was unbearable
Thinking once again, he almost didn't go near
But he realized that he

Lithuania

Dan Bern

The Swastika

any place different 
Sometimes I want to dance on Hitler's grave 
And shout out: Groucho Marx, Lenny Bruce, Leonard Cohen, Philip Roth, 
Bob Dylan,

by name
Told me I'll be fine on my own
And I can't hold you back
I know you're gonna make it alone
Sweet dreams to the queen of make believe
Thinking