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Running down a hill like Tom Bombadil
Just trying to get his fill
He speaks in rhythms and talks in rhymes
Is Tom Bombadil divine?
The Unwatched Tree

fumble the bag
This is your chance
Don't watch me run up a tab
Gimme a short dance
Shake a lil tail for me
Pull up to my watering hole
Trynna get around

The Minute Waltz

Barbra Streisand

Color Me Barbra

1966

Less than half a minute

I have less than thirty seconds
I have less than half a minute
To complete this little minute waltz
But every note that's

long
Lyrics all in my head
Can stop, gon make these songs
And get my daughter dis bread
I heard her favorite color pink now
Got more in common than u

I’m getting older/
Watch over my shoulder for Eric Holders/
Hold on wait a minute/
This shit get deep by the second/
Head first but I know where I’m

But got love for my bros
But some of y'all gotta quit acting all cold
Your lines don't even got substance
They do not do justice
Cause half of it up in

She was just a shawty
With a story
Thinking lemme record it
Used to lam and sell entjies
By the toilet
Kind seemed naughty
But the extra income

Alice is in, and she’s on. 
I’ve played her to fill the room 
And you 
Should know by now, by looking, what I want 
And what I’m thinking. 
 
When my

Song 1: Road 2 The Bag
Producer: MalcolmSef
Beat: Peso 

Hook:

The road to the bag 
Is all hustle and no lag
Haters don’t know the half
I laugh

the complex
The shades are pulled
Warm us by the sharp florescent glow
And in the morning
It all repeats
Roll me up some never ending hill

If all of this is

a fortune
Niggas want a portion
But taking my money is something
Like taking an organ

This is the real life, we call it street life
So much pain, this

Good Ole American Way

Justin Moore

Justin Moore

2009

I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it

voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:

Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies

My Rhyme Ain't Done

Smut Peddlers

Porn Again

2001

ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
That story is over - "but my rhyme ain't done!"

[Cage]
I met this kid named Bob Skarm(?), he had a farm
His pops got shot

You know, situation like this
Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off

I've been fighting this depression and anxiety since I was like nine
And half the time I fake a smile and say I'm fine
But when in fact deep down I'm

the rappers when you show up
And love the songs that make you dumb
You can't blame the rappers

Yeah, I'm a rapper
But I swear that I'm embarrassed
Half

Quarter notes and Hank's half time
cre poundin' on this heart of mine
Song to song, I pass my time
With these speakers on ten
Your good and gone keeps me up

You don’t know me if you tell me that you miss the old me…

I’m painting pictures, I’m the rapping Van Gogh…

I don’t expect this song to blow up, but

Yeah Yeah It's pain
At the time I needed you most why did you
By my side seeing a ghost why did you you know it man
All this time needed a coach why

Hoes in My Room

Snoop Dogg

Chicken -N- Beer [Clean]

2003

room?

Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trash
But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half
I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe

to flag-burners
One man's inertia is another man's purpose
In the utopia of song, we are victorious
But the bitter sweet reality
Is not this glorious
Power

Tom with tails like weights
Weighing you down with these old traits
But I’ll brighten the world for this kid awaits man I’ll
Brighten the world for this

she thinks I'm doing and she said at best just fine
 
But you'll never change the world, with your songs or your guitar
There are people half your age,