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just pushes more to the end
Created by a company of imaginary friends
Come on try me
Wanna fight me
Lead free I see
Cut your throat easily
Six feet

on this journey with is (99 repeated in the background 6 times)
Get your briefcase, this is business (alright)

(1st verse)
Uhhh
Now it's the lens that you

You're so lazy
You're the man
The hangout man
Six dollars short
With sixty thousand miles to go
This hangout town is full of snow
And dreary feeling
I kick

want a rose
Not no roses
Posted late nights
By the trap
All up in the mix
Hector forty six
Started pushing up on Brit
She told him what it is
The money

When the moon is high
And the sun is shy
Bobby's mom and dad
Tie him to his bed

As the hour strikes twelve
Bobby frees himself
From behind he stares

Seething pain still remains
This is my darkest hour
Late at night hit by the train
I will never see the daylight again

Injustices, bitter seed
Undue

my loss of passion, I'm always strangled and caught
By something in my way, everyday, drowning caged
But now, I've sold my house. I've found this place

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That Alabama salt
Air from the gulf
Yesterday's treasure
By small colored houses on stilts

You'd take the pink one
For six days in June
I'd be

love you?
A selfish soul intimidated by the thought of truth
And still, my mind resorts to memories of you
Six hours in the hospital, just to see you

purse you be rocking

I still remember you'd drink well Tequila 
If bought by you
When I pull up you say
You only drink 1942
Walked in the club and you

the morning
Couple of hours go by and then a response, damn you got me feeling lonely
I'm trying to be your lover baby
Not just another homey
But if I'm not

Never owned Gucci
Or Fendi I've
Never worn
Saint Laurent
Don’t own much ice
Lucky if I've
Got enough to get me by
Can’t relate or
Picture what

The darkness dropped six hours prior
And I am about out of time
The night may extend to an uncertain end
But those sleeping have driven me blind

Pretty Polly

B.F. Shelton

The Music of Kentucky: Early American Rural Classics 1927-1937, Vol. 1-2

1995

Polly, you're guessing about right 
I dug on your grave six long hours all last night

She threw her arms around him and suffered no tears
She threw

Last time I came home I done a 100 hour shift
This time I come home I rolled a
100 pound spliff
And I can't lie, I miss the boy Git
But that’s just

the memories
You can't replace the energy
Everything how it was meant to me
Conduct your dreams like symphonies

I got a red line BMX
Saved up 6 months for

Woke up nearly 6 ‘o clock
It was our last day in Vermont, one of us was still missing
Staying at Tommy’s place doing nothing but playing
For no pay

We on Fire

The Hot Boys

Platinum Hits: Official Cash Money Instrumental Album

2001

shining and ride fly? 
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive bys? 

Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove? 
Worth 6 figures, hot, ?

We on Fire

The Hot Boys

Get It How U Live!

1997

shining and ride fly? 
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive bys? 

Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove? 
Worth 6 figures, hot, ?

don't know when I took a loss nîgga
Connecting with the stars gottem calling me the Big Dipper
Stevie wonder at a tag, them boys know I'm a Big spender
6

I'm out my mind when I sleep sleep sleep
I ain't prayed in about two weeks
I need my guys just to pray for me
But my guys they just pray to eat

it that he miss his momma cause she's working 6 days a
Week
He throws up what he eats
Bulimic
Freak

I can't handle all the

He said, she said
Rumors

Well, I'm tired of losing
I used to win every night of the week
Yeah, back when sex and amphetamines
Were the staples of our childhood physique
You