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something
Everything I have I worked for
Yet he demands some more
When If it wasn't for me
he would be laying dead on the floor
Tired of disrespect, of his

on his side
Set me up for the rob
Came home from my job
My crib cleaned out
PlayStation, and my stash, and the straps too
So now I'm broke with no tools

He's the reason I'm here
All they rhyme about is guns, money, sex and drugs
Eighty percent of these dudes is fictional thugs
We don't kill nobody, we

a friend
Oh can you spare some time
I just need a little bit of your time

V2:
He told me about his dreams when he was young
None of them was of the broken

we're digging the sounds,
(wa-oo) Eagor on chains backed by asbaying hounds,
(wa-oo) The coffin bangers were about to arrive,
(wa-oo) With their vocal

A Lot Like Me

Mary Chapin Carpenter

Hometown Girl

1987

the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar 
I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar 
And we talked

then hit the road, I'm chasing 50

What you need
This shit clean
I'm serving fiends
By any means  

Tell yo bitch shut the fuck up when she in my

passin' you by,
Like shit happenin' every day out there that you don't know 'bout
Everytime you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't

co-workers, they said we had potential
My man Milly didn't know that we rhyme, he was impressed with us
Went to his spot, he set up a session up
We did a record

on the throne
Now he wit the shits
Walking with a gun
In his sweats
Smiling with his lips
Stalking on a hunt
For respect
With adolescent clips
Shorty shot a hole

JOHN SINGLETON
Willie Jones on the throne
Now he wit the shits
Walking with a gun
In his sweats
Smiling with his lips
Stalking on a hunt
For respect
With

of luck
I asked a question, and he gave me an answer
That still left a nigga confused like Brady in Tampa
Back home, I'm one of the narcos, semi autos

Forget about it like Dory
Tell him I'm never too worried
Please hurry

I'll tie his noose for him
He tripping like the class clown
Tied his shoes for him

Big Joe and Phantom 309

Tom Waits

Mainstreet

1976

And they were right in the middle when
Joe topped the hill, and could
Have been slaughtered except
Joe turned his wheels, and
He jackknifed, and went

told the owner of the firm, who also happens to be my son in law, when I told Jared about you, who didnt know such a guy was working for him, he

every scene by heart, 
they all went by so fast 
If he's passin' back this way, 
I'm not that hard to find 
Tell him he can look me up if he's got

a cell
And had talked about their lives
That’s when Dick found out about
The River Valley Farm
Now Floyd, he was just talkin’
He didn’t mean the family no

There Were Roses

John Whelan

Celtic Crossroads

we knew he liked the band.
We heard that he was dead, and we just could not understand.
We gathered at his graveside on a cold and rainy day.

already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make

Blown Away

Tech N9ne

Sickology 101

2009

over, the gig is over (when a play)
The kid is older and getting colder (many fly by)
But his will hold ya, so listen closer to (a-a)-r-o-n
They

The Night That the Band Got the Wine

Al Stewart

Down in the Cellar

2000

billionaire
Putting on a party like a Hollywood guy
With all the food and wine that his money could buy

The band came in arguing as usual
About nothing in

the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand

We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his

happened
And where Wayne be at?"
There's some boy named K Dot
And he's a maniac! I think his vocals is
Strapped, with a toolie, in fact
He spit like a Uzi,

You're on the Gram flexing Louis Vuitton
But when's the last time that you talked to your mom
She sits by the phone on her lonely futon
She wonder about