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someone else to find ashore
Marked my approval with a checkmark
You tick my boxes that's for sure
Oh girl you summon up a sandstorm
And I'm standing there

There's a fire looming toward us but we gotta move some boxes
Me and my business partner hired by a Misses Dotson
Finished the first room

Baby Cakes
You just don't know, know
How I, I
Got plans to blow, blow
And I just wanted you to know
I'm not sure our love'll grow
Gotta take it step by

Smokin blunts by the boxes
Drinkin beers by the cases
Momma taught us right from wrong
But these Houston streets is what raised us
Living in a world

Another day another dollar it’s about getting money
Another patronizing male acting funny
Enchanted by the honeys dismissing the realest forthcoming

placing boxes
They be stoppin, I will
Feel these foxes
I won't talk to any bosses, so I
Feel the logic, makes me toxic
So I watch it, oh my
Got so many,

style
Fight them, boxes, I was ready, he thought he was rolling loud
Diamonds all up on my wrist, hold up, my fist might roll the loud
Four choppers,

Cutting you off if you drama
Ordering jars by the boxes
Need ‘em to cure all our profits
Shopping at stretch look like Boba Fett
Still walk your bitch out

if you pass your time by crossing the line
If we don't check all our boxes and dot our 'I's
You know we'll never make it far
If you can't make it

more

Boxes left unopened underneath every single syllable, how forgettable
Words you left unspoken buried here between me and what you really mean

Albert Erving

Porter Wagoner

Porter Wagoner Sings His Own

years and down his lonely face came the tears
His house was filled with logs and cardboard boxes
The boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime
The floor

the boxes
Underneath my bed
These are the letters
The ones I'll never send
The ones still living in the boxes
Underneath my bed
These are the letters
The ones

half painted walls, 
cnd half of your boxes are stacked in the hall
cnd I can't move on. I can't move on.
Cause half of my heart is still living here,

to my options
Finna see how to get lit

We buy gar by the boxes
Break it dwn give it a lick

I wear a lotta Money
But I'm not a walking lick

Cuz

bank account Jordan boxes ain’t no shoes in em
And the OG‘s ain’t respected by these new niggas
Will beat you like your daddy make you piss your new

for meaning
Checking for it box by box
The world's a warehouse, endless boxes
Lots of words to search em up
This song is made up of three pieces

and it all just feels the same
And now you’re crowding up some boxes
By the window frame
Still wanna give and take
You call me right away 

Neighbors

where to begin
You erased my favorite pages
cnd I wrote mine in pen 

I still haven't moved the boxes
You left stacked by the door
Still haven't filled

to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes

You are not bound 
By your own insecurities Mmm
Yeah You are not defined 
By those who don't believe in your destiny
 
You've got a story to be told

Christmas Smile
Written by Mike Peacock
© 2017 

Verse 1
Festive lights hung on the tree
Pine scent in the air
Slammed door with forgotten key
Tears

piece
Catalogued and stored
In sterile boxes
I wouldn't care at all
Piece by piece
Catalogued and stored
In sterile boxes
I want you to give
My body

at cost of your love

And you helped me move uptown a whole two months ago
I need to unpack and make this room a home
But I'm surrounded by boxes and I'm

showed us what our lives could be
Then two by two by two by two
The people found their plots
We were the first ones to move in
The number on the door is