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Your bitch came to my house to
Get fucked by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These niggas don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in

like, something about it having to stop
The way I'll get around that is by going back to these

Fragments of time

Yes, yes exactly these fragments,

Michigan nigga told he me he low ok I'll ship it now
Been doing SBA's all day I heard it's hitting now (Hitting now)
Her coochie getting popped all ways when

Three More Days

The Guess Who

Share the Land

1970

Why? Why Why?

You can't find all the answers 
If you're always standing in the rain
And once the chance goes by 
It just might not come 'round

can't go through it
I try and do right but I'm haunted by my wrongs
Homies dead and gone but I still carry on
So I put one in the air respect to all my

the light, all i saw was a Nightmare



To the place where it started, where my soul departed
So i had to face my demons
Put a pint between us
Nobody'll save

breathing
And Maybe the reason that me and the Pen align Nah!

Maybe it's cos of the Rap 
Maybe it's cos of my Dad
Maybe it's cos I don't wanna be doing

seasons we fresh as fuck bae we drip by all means
Moschino hearts on me baby girl she think it's february
I flew three thousand miles away I call it a hail

The Refrain of John Dillon James

Alabama

Songs of Inspiration, Vol. 2

2007

I met him at the fishing hole

But old Dillon wasn't toting his half pint of tin hide

His roll your own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket

you're governed by the richest 

And I don't know 
What we're doing here 
I don't know 
When civilisation disappeared 
I don't know 
What we're doing here

The tenner in my pocket
Is all my music's worth
And I could buy a pint or two
And have nothing left on earth
It's a shame something so thankless
Is

I saw you standing with another guy
You broke my heart on the roadside by
We both were doing just so fine
But our love did not make it 'til half past

thinking I'm hated by half my peers 
but fuck it turn my phone off and I cry myself awake
then I try and turn it off again I know thats a mistake

your paper

pick up the pace
Hop in that foreign she doing the rice
Hop in that coupe and she doing the most
Pour up a pint 'cuz we doing a toast, yeah
Count up

like I'm fighting alone
I'm doing all of this shit on my own

Live every night like it's your last
Don't ask what I'm smoking you know it's gas
And I'm

pounds by the boatload all my bros grow em
And my boy bred a strong strain call it Hulk Hogan (yeah)
Got the sig by my side and you know that bitch is

Why? Why Why?

You can't find all the answers 
If you're always standing in the rain
And once the chance goes by 
It just might not come 'round

a chicken cutlet (Ayy)
And that bitch give me brain
Some damn gullet (Uh, huh)
Bitch, I post on the block, Luis Scola
(Swish)
Pour a pint of the Tris, in

Is It Still Over?

Randy Travis

Old 8x10

1988

hard to recall just how the dream went
And all but this broken heart in me, I guess is doing' fine

Is it still over? Are we still through?
Since my

Road Angel

The Doobie Brothers

What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits

1974

with me
She put her hand into her bag, now
Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce
Sneakin' 'round the corner, drinkin' whiskey from a jar

I don't

why the mud
What you mean bitch I'm on drugs
Chopping with accuracy
Breaking them bricks and I'm bagging it
All of these pints look like
I'm sponsored

Half a pint of zing e  vitamin c reaches into wake up the inner me
Open up my emails on my tablet phone to see if anyone loves me and I'm not all alone

the cash tight
They say that i could blow, and it kilt me
Like playing bagpipes
I want the rap life
I'm the shit, and yall are just ass wipes
Half pints

they call me the boss
I ain't stealing no more cause I got what it cost
I'ma grind for to get it, it won't be a loss
By the end of next year, I'ma triple