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Time goes by, I start to forget
I remember that night like my last cigarette
Perfecting the art of an Irish goodbye
Leaving the party with tears in

rap fight
Style pare-balles, lyrical drive-by
Beaucoup d'draps blancs tachés d'sang
Ficha tout par les calots pleins d'suçons
Manque plus qu'à faire

In search of sanctuary, it hasn't come yet
I pray to god I'll never see another sunset
For when it gets dark I
Bare the mark three sixes
Surrounded by

on production and I thank Lauren and
Clef for my introduction
To the same rap industry
That secretly humbled me
Sittin by the freakin' man
Keepin' 'em company

kids
Or to those ghetto moms on crack
Give them my hats and my CDs
My pumps, my flats, my three TVs!"

"No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings

I ain't paid my rent in three months
I'm so out of touch with feelings
I got lows and I got highs, I'm just trying to get by
I'm not perfect, baby

by me"
But then along came Eve looking to do wrong
And on a count of her curves
And his lack of nerve, Adam went along
Because All women are crazy all

Tree before me, I see my tree

Here we go, another day
Another post from another saying
Tahuna my tree i got a better way
Three letters, one night,

Takes us for punks, they say "jump"
We jump
It's the same if it's Bush, or Obama
Or Trump

I'm not buying into a
One-two-three party system
I rise against

Step one, step two it's all up to you
Step three, step four
How could you ask for more?

Anything, anytime, anywhere
That's the bottom line

Ah, back in traffic, feelin like the last pimp
Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp
I dropped that my old crib just to see it's all good
The little

go, "Graah-graah", straight body
I'll be damned if I go out like Lotti
You got shot by a dyke and say, "Copy"
Get Back Gang never movin' sloppy
When

見下ろす街並み 灯す neon light (brr)
俺ら最強 これが才能 (brr)

We gon' break, break, break it, we gon' pop it

One step, find it
Two step, chase it
Three step, take

When the bass-line hits, watch them faces screw up
And all the skeptics waiting, getting hit by the sub (yo)
So what you know about intimate skanking?

and your ears,
with music made by mother fuckin' mouseketeers!

Now once upon a time you had a beautiful dream,
well wake up you're  just a product

atlanta, memphis
Sipping on some sizzurp, legendární jako three six

Dneska mám v kapse top materiál
Více, podívej se na mě, jsem vysoko, high
Double

"Hey, can we talk
I haven't been that happy it's over"

So, don't try to change my mind
We've done this three times now
And I think I'm ready
If you think

the ladies walk by
They go in the store and
Touch every product inside
I say nobody sees it and they
Act like it's a long shot
Is there a pubic hair floatin'

Jetzt sind es drei Kilogramm und nicht 25, 3
Verdiene wie'n Arzt mit vierzig Jahren
Und bin 24 alt (Wouh)
So Gott will werden wir satt
Und geh'n nicht in

a little cat line in ends and the
Shotty brucked off kicked off like a horse
(Bow)
Don't connect by force it's a natural
Ting I'll turn him corpse (Turn him

can we talk
I haven't been that happy it's over"

So don't try to change my mind
We've done this three times now
And I think we're both ready for

to see
So have a gander
And meet your poultric pullet commander

The coward in question? By now
You know him so well
But then, who am I to go

TENNESSEE
Words and Music by Nick Evans Mowery/BMI
Copyright Protected


Hey dad, I remember you plowing them fields
Oh hide them bloodstains on your

built on a bluff
Guess my bluff got called by Memphis

Now I’m doing this every night
Beale Street thing
Set up in a palace that’s
Fit for a king
They let