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(I'm A) Stand by My Woman Man

Ronnie Milsap

Greatest Hits

1980

At five oclock she knows Ill soon be home.
She don't worry bout me runnin' 'round,
'Cause all of my good times are wating right there for me

know I did 
To get em to pop me onto they aux and bump my tape 
Who You kidding? To stop me gone need a lot more than one take 
The epitome hot I got all

Or maybe I’m mistaken by your words charmingly
Cos maybe your definition is the feeling of me
That goes deeper then intimacy it’s the presence of divine
Like

thought
God is big so there's no small world after all
I'm way ahead of my time like Phil of the Future
The rain never phased me
Turn the wipers on to clear

the eggs represent rebirth
And don't you get me started on the bitter herbs
That represent slavery
Oh no!
The charoset sound pretty great to me
It represents

Damn here we go again, ay
I just be countin' these bands, ay
Driving a rolls down the block, ay
I'm gonna stunt cuz I can, ay
Whippin' a 4 by 4, know

won't do you no good, uh
When I was down by my lonely, uh You put it all away before me, uh
Now they hear the band's callin', uh Now I'm the topic

Main Objective

Shades of Culture

Mindstate

1998

[Revolution]
From New York to tayron, the mic terrorist
With the heads so hard, I'm leaving Tyson with a bloody fist
Riddle me this
You're confused

I'm so tired of living in this bullshit
Sick of everyone putting me on a hitlist
You wanna succeed but at what risk
I'll show you with this brass

told to god as he solve how my prayers unfold
Foliage of my focus flourished unknown but lemme carry on
Tryna live life by the miles open ended questions

singing 'tis the season
Roaches full of brass getting up its like I'm rising from the ash
I feel like I'm a phoenix
Imma turn to stone you know I gotta

nigga but girl gotta a lot of ass
Niggas be paying thirty for sum fuckin gas
Not a good rapper, but bet I can spit on brass
Hands on my girl who that lil

The wind is carrying me apart from this land
Now the same hand which stopped my ship to this quay, took me off
All the words in their right places

world by the hand of God
Vrillon give me a ray gun
With military usurpation and collective self defense my persuasion
Break the white horse prophecy out

at the mirror
Reflect deep but I'll never drown from the terror
Existence material, gun in hand I pass by
Missed the ethereal, burial be my last rite
Do unto

by curators
Give them defibrillators
The others take turns
In new great herds
We're not on the same terms
A flame burns
You're all like tape worms

all around, 
found my baby girl. 
She left me down in Houstontown, 
took off around the world. 
Stand here on the corner, 
gonna stand right here

the ass

You hear me
Alright, let's go
Run through the city by my side, this big-ass Glock
Three o'clock in the morning, knock at your door, you gon' see

noticed
You can't save me from the storm when the cyclone hits
Oh no, I'm going psycho, sitting at home
Here in my zone all on my own, hearing my song
Play

sanity
When the rest of humanity bleeds itself dry
All the fucking time
Pitch black skies
Stitched cracked eyes
I see the light
Open your third eye
Rebirth

dive in

Here's a verse for all of ya about rebirth
They say YOLO but I got the chance to rehearse
If it's a struggle to survive yet you seek to be alive

your head up all I wants is six As
I done flooded out my neck
It's a shame I don't drown
Cause when it's said and done
I pray these chains don't hold me

Bands
Brr, boi
Grr

Heard she want a shooter, aight, cool
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral
I'm in yard, hand gun with a riffle
Everything's

The Groupie Routine

Frank Zappa

You Can't Do That on Stage Anymore, Vol. 1

1988

all these great sounding
Halls
Tell me somethin': do you really have a hitsingle in the
Charts now?
Right now, I mean, with a bullet?
That's really