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Cut spleen, punctured liver and four broken ribs
I'm worried that he might die before I have the chance to forgive him
For the shit that he did

Up 'til 4am having conversations
Talking about anything and everything
Girl just speak yo' mind with no hesitation
I can tell from vibes that you're

to wipe the sweat off
Clean the brow
Aye

One two three four
Five six seven
Hook and then the chorus
Ain't nothing I hold in question
Peter Pan with it

Driving my 4x4 truck down those dirt roads with no plan
All the bikinis you wear truly sticks out with your tan
You look at me and you see right

Ayo, Jug 3 AM
Fucking 3 AM

I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation
(yeah) , but I still get bored (yeah)

Someone That You're With

Nickelback

All the Right Reasons

2005

sing along with everyday
And I borrow things that I don't need for conversation sake
Last night I heard your key, it hit your lock at 4 A.M.
Instead

heart you're still by my side
Made a promise that i won't cry
But once again i gotta lie
Cuz when you died
You took a part of my chest
Oh my lord i am so

Don't need for conversation sake
Last night I heard your key
It hit your lock at 4 AM
Instead of being out with me
You must be out with them

Well, I'd

it's real
4am in the club
Fallin in love
No conversation
But you got my attention
And all I hear is you

When you let your body talk
You phrase it in

a 4 by 4
What's happening
Ni66a do the planning
Am easy am dandy
Shawty do the magic
She bending fantastic
I just want the benjies the benjies

more like meditation
On a theme of make believe I'm steady chasing
Making conversation with the man upstairs
But I don't hear a reply, wonder why I even

isn't it, wow
Just me and my trophy
Five'four but ten feet above me, wow
It's just me and my trophy
Tempted by hoes?
No I ain't no dummy, wow
She says if

around
I can't feel anything but I feel you
It's 4 am on a Friday work morning
I don't know where my phone is
Oh there it is it's dead
You finish I pick up

far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too

them, I look back, it's a long way home
Tunnel vision, this a one way road
4am you think I lied, ask yourself why would I do that?
I wouldn't go and still

Rainmen

Anticon

Music for the Advancement of Hip Hop

sound taste
Deconstructing, jotted the four across the wall your forced to face
And conclude that your thirst is quenched by Deep Puddles
"Ay this shit

I always feel like I could do anything (I am a god)
That's the main thing people are controlled by Thoughts their perception of themselves
They are

The Facebook Song

Well Iv was trying to have a conversation with my friend
And she was looking at her phone
So I wrote this song, instead, with my

Every day I'm feeling like a muhfucking burden
I just wanna pour some fours and sip some fucking bourbon
Just because I got some money all these hoes

the cost is

Yeah scary hours
I'm talking happy hours for me
Yeah you know
It's crazy

Conversation

Baby tell them we're here
And baby tell them we're

on Malc
A sure bet
Ain't even gambling
N Always bet on black
Nigga thats word to Grambling
I'm am the standard
1of1
N they can't stand it
I set the bar
N

more operations, huh (ah)
Tana Talk 4, I'm handin' out raw
You in the slammer by law, I never abandon my boy
They askin' am I street? My track record

Bus Driver

Caedmon's Call

Caedmon's Call

1997

I am a bus driver and it's four in the morning
And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed
Fourteen years been on the job
And with many miles

a trail of craters
I am way too Canis Major, et tus?
Let me guess, you tout the brave few
Then make Jesus take the wheel by day two
I don't really pander