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Baby where you going, how you been ?
She just wanna get high I can't even land
She like Tinker Bell, & I be Peter Pan
Smoking too much looking like

a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can

Black and white two seater, look like piano
Yellowbone live, only known by commercials
Hope you don't run up, my nine gon' hurt you
Percocet 15, I took

social justice or
Being really into Trump
Well, fuck me, I'm all by myself
It's not my fault

I'm like Peter Pan but racist, I'm based
Fly through your

If you two-wheelin', tryna chill, get a kickstand
Everybody gettin' money had a game plan
Every truth seeker dropped by a hit man
Everybody

Panty Rap

Frank Zappa

Tinseltown Rebellion

1981

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren

Ain't Waiting

Talib Kweli

Gutter Rainbows

2011

I love when you letting me be the man
Let me take you by the hand like Wendy and Peter Pan
If you fly by night that's right I'll let you make a wish

Music)
That's how we ball out

My foreign cars, domestic beefs (huh)
Peter Luger's, the better seats
Dollar after dollar (dollar), bottle after bottle

robbed Paul and Paul bout to go find Peter 
Can't see me like I'm John Cena, y'all Niggaz faker than mind readers 
Keep holdin faith in this Blind leaders,

Smoking on that og od sour kush that holy purp
Like jesus got holy powers she only whip the work
She mm find you slacking white tee moshin up in yo

to it 
I'm the Bowles man
Inspired by Chadwick 
And John Wick 
Wack bitches
Make me sick 
But sometime
When these women
Pour into you
They could tony

at the ground below
How loud can we go, ay
Where the mountains will glow
And the fountains 'gon pour up
Yeah you know we go up
Down til we blow up
Always gotta

a nut or two 
It really depends on what she's been through 

So cool, ah choo, bless me, no
Bless you, oh man, I am, all, by myself
And don't what to do

up
And I take what i want, yeah
Blow up
Chris Rob never front, yeah
Glow up
Pretty boy who stunt, yeah
Hold up
Hit that bitch from the back
From

(Well alright)
I fell in love last night
I saw an angel
Dressed in white
In Fairfax Virginia
And she had to fight a
Serpent in her sights
That was

Rapid Eye Movement

Black Thought

P.T.S.D.: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

2014

It's not latin, or white, or black music
It's that cooked up coke, crack music
Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet
It's that lucid rapid eye

Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
You take the cake, you make me ache
Tie a rock on your block
And then jump in the lake
Kindly do that for

Day in America

Sun Kil Moon

I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

2019

don't care if he was vulnerable
In a home full of drug abuse and incest
Or allegedly brainwashed by white supremacists
Whatever the case may be for him

By the seaside looking in
To a tide-pool shimmering in the wind
Salt spray's bursting into full bloom
Lit by the glow of a Paper White Moon
Maybe

Luminescent glow, soft and loving light
Shining through those who were left behind

And as time goes by, awake my brothers
Free yourselves from

Hot cocoa by the fire light
Our chimneys got the room
Cookies and Carrots too
For Santa and his crew
I heard they'll soon be taking flight
White snow

I shall never drink a beer in St Albans
Neither will I drain my cup and drop my head
Nor glass of white burgundy from Puligny
I shall go to church

felt the air get cold and saw the glow of the lights
Next thing that I know, I'm all alone in the sky
And I wonder while I float by earth
What if life

Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his