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Milk Cow Blues

Glen Campbell

Rhinestone Cowboy [Cleopatra]

1996

Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray

Milk Cow Blues

Glen Campbell

38 Great Performances

2004

Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah

Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your

Milk Cow Blues [DVD; Live; Bonus Track]

Glen Campbell

The Best of the Glen Campbell Music Show

2007

Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah

Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your

Man, somebody tell her I'm a grown man

I romanced her, I enhanced her
Diamonds dance in the Tesla, "Electric Slide," get it?
I don't text her, let

an invisible man
One erasable man

Wendell Smith tried by the line, could only tell us so much 
cryptic clues of majestic blows, no records were not enough
Can

I did this from the ground up man
You won't ever keep me shut man
You doubted me by myself so
I won't accept your damn help bro

Wow when did I

TyReezy you make what I call swag music man
That's just something I want to play with the top down
Going down you know the 101 in LA or the 405

here we getting money man 
Over here we getting money man 

I-am D-A-Double N-Y
Mr. I done been fly
Mr. I get love out from Chicago back to NY
Mr. I do

Chicago, this is Common
I'm in the place with my man, Sergio
This is how the words'll go
This is how we rockin' in the circle, universal though

Lá-laiá

Something about wine and Portugal.

Wild man blocking the way of a businessman Doing a
spasmodic dance and screams Take a dump in my head Take a dump
in my

all about the journey man it's all about the climb
And trying to maximize this time before i hit my decline

Put me somewhere by the ocean
Where I can

dumbass
Yeah
It's like man, I'm a rich ass nigga from Chicago
Of course bro
Niggas don't be making it out
Niggas don't even know me for real man, sad boy

the ground
Smoking with my day ones
Always smoking by the pound
Yeah, we getting richer
That's the word that goes around
Yeah, they saying "Bobby man
I miss

get laid down

Bro told me hop on the mic and do what I can
Can't let fake ones 'round me they'll get confused by the plan I got for the game
Back then

a Chicago man city boy
See the skyline
In my prime and I got time
On my side

I'm retro take the Metra
To the next stop
I might go
Go and catch ya
On the next

The first and fifth-teenth so insecurr
Cut that coke 'til it's so unpure
We all need furs by December the third
Cause you heard
Chicago winters is extra burr

to every autopsy
Man that boy bad, man that boy spaz
'Til he crash like Sandra Bullock
And Luda on the ave
He changed his name, he a conscious rapper
Naw

I can hold my liquor
But this man can’t handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town i'm on to Indiana
I heard it in the radio now

nothing on me
Ah, come to me, run to me, come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God

Man, oh, man, I just love Christmas
It's

at her stance put me in a trance
Shoot my shot like fuck a chance
I’m that fuckin mans
I just wanna see yo body dance
All these racks on me gon make her

can
Damn, it's hard to be a man
I don't wanna do right
I wanna do right by my family tree
It's a difference
But it's a distance
Between my fam and me
No

the rip
This Chicago nigga

High school wanna be the man
Small goal in a big plan
You that nigga you know how to dance
Younger niggas won't understand
Dream

My daddy was a preacher man,
He said what was on his mind
From state to state and town to town 
Saving one soul at a time
By his side I rode along

from Chicago
Moved to the O
The 313 is all that I know
Fell for the money
Never catch a nigga chasing hoes
Feel like a baker man
The way a nigga flipping