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and I put on my shoes
I'll wear my lucky jacket I got nothing to lose.
It doesn't feel right when you're not by my side
And my friends all say that

die in my sleep through the ashes I rise,
And I storm through the city catch it by surprise,
A legend could live but I'm not what they're like,
God

Morning Wood [Bonus Track]

Rodney Carrington

Morning Wood

and there's still no change
I'm thinking by now there's something strange
Still feels good and it really don't hurt
So all I do is un-tuck my shirt

Wood

Collared shirts and fancy shoes
We all want someone to stay the night
But two dollar beers and glasses of booze
Are all we remember by daylight

alone
But now it's time to regroup
Look at the time
Rhymin' as simple as tyin' his shoе
They say the Devil's in thе dirt
I found diamonds
My mama say it's

cap until he prove sumn
You the type to see ya Opp & freeze ain't gon do nothin
I'm so tired of these niggas in my county who be cappin
They hoop dreams

Clarkes Crossing raised - steady sellin Lemonade
50 cents a cup plus cookies from the Kitchen-Aid
Swimmin like Mixhael in the cash flowin by us

I left you at the airport
At the long haul gate
Couldn’t watch you walk away
In case you’d look back at me
Then I left you at the restaurant
Half way

So impulsive, don't focus on emotion
Forgot some shit I just thought of right before I wrote this
So distracted by the money in my pocket all

Uh
Big foot
Little foot
Get out my way
The days burning by like Pompeii
Ay
I be in the field
In the field till my backside peel
I be in the field

To show respect you kiss both
Sides of the Don's cheek
360 on the Seadoo in a tux call my homie
Tell him meet me down in Lido Beach for lunch
Plácido

can't go
You gettin' to the chickens, you me and my bros
I'm swearin' you was hard, but I watch your ass fall

You ain't talkin' bout shit, you can't ride

to sleep
Might take a run might hit the court hoop
So that's why I look good shirt off in the coupe
Here's the scoop lil homie only get one chance
Don't wait

make me nervous, but I think that I can manage that
My shit got any bitch twerking, baby tell me can you handle that
She look badder than them other

smoke
Won’t protect me from treachery
My Life is a joke
A Shakespearean tragedy
Die by my kinfolk
I gave my life to blasphemy
In these sins my trust I

in that bootylicous video 
Keyshia cole talkin bout she shoulda cheated
Shoulda gave me that pussy
Look so good i prolly eat it
Tweakin
Sexy latinas

A pressed shirt, you tuck it in
You tie your tie, tie it again
I put a little curl in my hair
Pink on my cheeks barely there
A proper skirt hits

Ladies Come First

Hinder

Welcome to the Freakshow

2012

at you
I wanna get up on you like a new tattoo
You're such a good, bad, girl by it all
Let's take this little party to a bathroom stall
You smell like

Yeah you look real good in that Dominos shirt
You be delivering pizza, while I eat yogurt

Every time I see you, I feel a stinging in my eyes
I be eating

on the instrumental
Look at my neck, that bitch on froze, it get cold like December

Believe what you see, not what you heard, 'cause it ain't in vain
Twenty-five

a king, I went and copped me a crown (uh-huh)
Now the Rollie bustdown (yeah)

My granny tell me I'm good (uh-huh)
I keep my head in the sky (yeah)
They

Still'll get you merked by some biker boys that drive Harley's
Guess I'm just lost soul
Lost some of mind partly
Still will give the shirt off my back I

to go down town
I though I was in a circus, cause I'm surround by clowns
Oh you were serious about being a king, boy I thought you mispronounce
Yall

her in to divert her attention
Hangs up her coat and sets down her backpack
As Nanna remarks, you don't even look that b
A little while later, a voice