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They keep asking me dumb Questions like, like
Well!
I love this song
I love this song
I swear man, I love this song
I wrote bars for this song buh

And i told her is cool
She doesn't know that i trap
She doesn't know this my song

I got a problem right by my door
My dealer dont wanna bring me no weed

the time to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles cool-Aid

even know this
When you took me by the hand

That you
Talk ever so lightly
Lately
And you walk
Ever so slowly

I didn't know and I didn't care
What there

that's on any given song
I be picking flows, any mini miney mo
I'm a full package , but don't leave me by the door
You know I got the power, St. Patrick,

we made this place
Walked thon Belfast-Derry line
Seen the time we'd walk for days

1998, the side gate swings
There's things that have been left upon

No Rearview

Starlito

Cold Turkey

with me to the store, let's go
I'mma be damned if I have a baby by this ho

(No, no, no)
It's difficult starting over, that's better than going

Making my own beats
And writing the lyrics to
Drake got a ghostwriter
Never writes his songs
All of his big hits are made by
Someone else
Real artists make

a new day
Yo this is freestyle, check out what I say
I smoke Bob Marley and I'm about that piece
No, not that peace there
That real real piece
I lay you

to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can

By the way we keep it G got the hoes choosing
Check the score nigga no we ain't the ones losing
Choppin' blades while I'm Saturday night cruising

Stuck inside, half alive
Do you ever stop to ask yourself why?
Close your mind, identify
Do you feel, do you feel?
Do you call this a life?
All you waited

Ballad of a Ballgame

Christine Lavin

Beau Woes and Other Problems of Modern Life

1986

Do you remember that song by Janis Ian?
The one where she complains about
Not getting chosen for the basketball team?

Her song went, "For those

cnother one
never judge a rapper by the song he make
Its tha bass
Still ghetto
like old
sneakers an new strings
With gold chains
I'm ghetto like smokin'

I got this bad lil bitch, she a bopper She keep On suckin' dick, can't nobody stop her
In five minutes, yeah, she know I'ma drop her
Nigga, don't

doing me on this lonely road 
The goal is all I see 
You can ask around 
Too many make excuses 
I just make it known 

That I won't accept the life you

I'll fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will
I'll fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I mean, this part of our relationship's

Hello friends, This is Stompin' Tom Connors|And I'd like to dedicate this song to that old Alberta cowboy himself|Wilf Carter||(yodeling)||In

Yeah
Really don't talk a lot (Really don't talk)
Might fuck 'round, buy the block (Buy the block)
Roll weed, roll by the cops (By the cops)
This shit

I Got the Blues

Solomon Burke

Make Do with What You Got

2005

here waiting in this bed of blues all alone

Singing a song to you, singing a song to you
Singing a song to you, you, you, you
Singing a song to you, oh

So when I say this for the half-knotsI'm talking about the ones that feel like, you know, they
can't succeed or they can't conquer their dreams, you

Around the World With a Rubber Duck

C.W. McCall

C.W. McCall's Greatest Hits

1978

a hunnert-and-ten of 'em
I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith
"They definitely gone ten-seven."
By the time we got into that Piccadilly Town,
'Bout half

find
Our puzzle pieces scattered
When do we all belong
Money shouldn't talk that strong

When Bob and Phil and Joni wrote their songs oh so long ago,

I get propositioned by the ladies, you'd think that it was Sadies
My music came up to quick I got the Bends no Mercedes
Hot as hades, shittin on em