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That's why the, that's why
The people wanna get me for pollutin' the sky
Factory full a bud, got the whole city high
St. Louis peoples can't cooperate

Dick's Automotive

Rugburns

Mommy I'm Sorry

1995

let's move up north
To northern California where the air is clear 
And the skies are blue and they have more traditional family values
What do say

Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze
That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues
To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels
Entrepreneurs,

do
But you got contacts baby and they sky blue
I miss them greens
Good like I need you in my diet
I'm fiendin', uh
Good like the sativa the top

Me my fucking shit, chicka-blaow

Gun battles, so many chains on the neck
Hands and feet, niggas say I'm Shaq
Sky blue, terry cloth, low pullover
Hit

eyelids
Violets are blue, roses are red yeah well but then so is the violence ,
I see you hiding, I see the war that were constantly fighting
Me I'm just

Morning in Pearl Harbor
Sky is navy gray
The mighty Greeneville submarine
Already underway
Navy brass, sixteen guests
A hundred six in crew

up, let me mow the lawn

And by the end of the song
You'll be dazed and amazed, singing along
Everywhere I step, my foot cracks the granite
I wish you

fields of golden corn
I've never walked by moonlight
Or risen up to see a new day dawn

I have never swum in pools of fire
Or sailed the seven seas
And I

color of an Aztec
Madness approach, real slow at a the snail speed
Sloth, all hail greed
Sinbad, seen all seven seas
By all means, do what you got

Fly Around

Polyester

2 Tha Left

2017

boy, we havin' AK fights
Clear blue skies and fly on the east side
She claim to be bad but she ain't got a gun
We gon' pass those up for the real ones

Killing Fountains

Fury in the Slaughterhouse

Pure Live!

1992

Seven days a week and the years pass by
In the land of the killing fountains
Where the black gold flows, where the desert wind blows

Nebraska

Shady View Terrace

Shady View Terrace/The Lawrence Arms [Split CD]

on the outside
Of these decaying walls
Your bitterness doesn't surprise me
As these pointless days go screaming by
Rejected sour eyes can't imagine blue skies
I