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we cant control fate gotta trust the destiny
and its al about the journey and the lessons that we learn
and any blessing now I knows a blessing we

The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restore'th my soul

You aint know me Brodie

Getting these racks
Spend it and getting it back
Making financial investments
Money green like we in Oregon
Y'all left and i

some sweet Al Green can carry me through
Now now now
Some Wicked Pickett, an Eddie Floyd song
Some Mavis Staples and I can’t go wrong
And wherever you

that's green
"Don't judge too quick
Don't you know that's mean?"

Running up the scene
She look back & Im leavin'
She thought it she was dreamin'
She

is
imma fucking ruin dis
aim then i never miss
let you try and censor me
then let my soul free
high from the Ketamine 
high from adrenaline
high from

mine
You are still mine
You are still mine
You are still mine
put on some Al Green
And tell me what you wanna do
I'll make you feel me
And I still want

at least not the green
That shit fuck with my pee
I kniw a nigga need a break i swear to god my soul bleed
But a nudge need eace from these demons when i

That's what I be here for (Yeah)
Red dots all on your flesh
You finna get dismissed bro
I got them niggas on me
Shoot no homies (Prrr)
Italian biss no al

me weed in your letters
Just so I can ash it
Getting high to classics
Al Green gets blasted with me
I get high don't show it
That bitch don't notice

Ayyao
This song is for my brothers that are gone right now
May god rest your soul in peace my brothers
Rest in peace my brothers
Rest in peace
This

te puede hacer volar

Con mi pico vine al pan, Queme el ritmo sin cesar
Voy a piñón fijo si me fijo en el mar
Que en esta cala, es mucho más fácil

Yeah-Yeah yeah
Pose off in that
Yeah-Yeah yeah

You mean, bih?
You tacky, I'm clean, bih (Ode)
Been stacking my green, bih
My tank is on E-lectricity
Juice up

like I'm the black Al Pacino
I love my bitches emo, all black, Nasferatu
I love my money green, clean and older than a fossil
I love the way the cash

T's back, it's the rematch
Be at it, keep baggin more green backs
Givin them more of what they never seen before
Get em hooked til I got what they

out[01:14.21]Remind me of my cousin they got the same soul[01:17.12]Niggas who been bout a dollar before preschool[01:19.92]Had that fresh impala getting

later
Extension clip came with a laser
Blow up this bitch and the neighbors
Fucking it up and we don't even fuck with Al-Qaeda
We terrorize shit for

now you feeling that breeze
That cold air that'll make you sneeze
Mankind meet your fucking maker
Wipe your soul I'm the Undertaker
Your fate is sealed

Pull up with the team, I'll go yeah
Stuntin' like I'm Al Capone yeah
Feeling Like Mike
Got some magic in my soul
And I'm searching for it
Want me some

condom, nessuno dei miei conosce il bon ton (ehi-ehi)
Maccheroni, sei sciolto, per non tornare col buco ho tolto (bang-bang)
Dove sono cresciuto l'odio al

Chris Michaels

The Fiery Furnaces

Blueberry Boat

2004

takes a drink out of the leak.
My baby's got a blue-green sweater
And a nest down by the creek.
Plume, bloom, bloom, baby bloom.
Cheep, cheep, beep,

a whip and I go to jenin
Takin you wit me to show you the scenes
It's nice over here but the grass isn't green
T3ali 3al dafeh lanshoof shabjdeed

20 of us

Tanktop
Mach' aus deinem Tanktop ein Netzhemd
Schieße aus dem Black Van
Drive By mit der Mac-10 keine Filler Lines
Ich servier' euch Punchlines
Mein Outfit

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this