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James
Cannot escape the pain 
Like  naz, ye, and J
I got to keep the flame
Listening to  Rihanna 
Takes my breath away 
I got a glimpse of tomorrow
And u

Thinking I owe this to my Dad his dream I give him hope
And give heart to the heartless
I'd be a 29 year old rookie if my son said go be James harden
Or told

be enough
Could it be enough?
For you to spend your life as my trophy wife.

I know you call me old and crazy.
I know you take me for a fool.

away best you believe
Just leave a Harry Rag by my side
It'll help me go with ease
So I'm going down
Aint' gonna see me stay for tea
Go now and spread

20 quid haircut,
and Billy strut from lads stuck in a rut,
But we get by.

You're all that's on my mind,
When pints in the Killer or the Flowing Tide,

load em up
Bitch I got game I’m Chris Paul Olajuwon 
He a old flame he lame and the hotter one
Hit the strip club with good bud and alotta ones
Shawty

Bethany, my old girlfriend
With a nail gun
And then some man, some old faggot with a dog
Last week, I

I'm psychosomatic, pyroclastic
Spit nitric acid

Hey, we’ve never been the same.
You’ve told me 'bout the peace sign,
To me it's just a time gone by.

Hey, with the future in my veins
I’ll make

kry
En ou Harry Viljoen man hy't 'n moerse plan
Dis net jammer dis net Harry wat sy plan verstaan

You're my mates, die Bokke we'll stand by you
You're

Gold Rush

Snoop Dogg

Tha Doggfather

1996

if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you

Written by: James Ray, Sal, Dido Brown

Blood,(what set you from) Crip,(what set you from)Tears,(what set you from)
You gotcha mama crying

scandalous in my city 
Watch your back like you watch your front 
James Payne on the lurk in the bushes with a pump 
Waiting on your bitch ass, blast on you

Rockin' the Cradle

Ian Campbell

This Is the Ian Campbell Folk Group/Across the Hills

1996

none of my own. 


Now come all ye young men that's inclined to get married 
Take my advice and let the women alone. 
For by the Lord Harry, if ever

My grandfather's frock was bought straight off the shelf
From the Co-op in Leamington Spa.
It was hid 'neath the bed by the old man himself
With

by songs of old timers they recorded for fans 
who saved enough quarters cause they barely afforded the 
transportation to see 'em performing the jams

my lane

No Games, No Games
The time to turn to a new page
Gotta move forward from the old days
Yah, I'm going mad- call it road rage

No Games, No

and the ring
Forbes tour, smell out the fragrance
Harry wins the belt for my pants, aha!
A hundred for the necklace, two hundred on the watch
That affects shit

mergin
Gotta keep thick skin
Tongue got a slick thing ready to shoot
That ain't the move
Tryna tame him
James 3, I ain't tryna flame 'em
Won't slow me down

Lose a mil she leave me
She a whaler, red and big Josh Taylor
The Walt hold the spliff for later
Smooth melody critiqued by James, Mitchell
Anderson

Drugs

Kool Keith

Spankmaster

2001

knew something was wrong

When I gave away my VHS and sold a pair of my socks
The IRS callin me, gettin on my nerve, I was warned by Redd Foxx
My

To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He

Was like a long lost friend to Ethan Allen James

Chorus
Ethan Allen James 
Whisky doused the flame
And dampened the heart to love life's game

He

so much more annoying than Dory
I don’t what the fuck to do anymore
I already have Ice King chained up as my whore
I run outside and find James Baxtar

there in the cold fog
Man's best friend, I put you down like a old dog
Homie, I use that term loosely but in my case
I'm choosy with who I call a friend