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That He gave me in this life
So I pray some more
Even if I live poor
You gotta give thanks to God
That's for sure
I thank God for everything that I
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
to do
Oh, your lady's tired of you running around
And if you don't stop she'll put you down
Says she's got some good to give
All of her love
Keep pilling in the kitchen sink
I'm tired of you cinque me but you keep blinking me
When your energy is weaken me
Shall I put you back into the deep sea
that be looking so stupid
Getting in the fights at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No desire for
him
There'll always be some boys in Berlin
We could always give it some more
Caught you with your foot out the door
Your friends say don't you worry
don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin'
a chant of a poor man,
Help me ou farther with your words of wisdom,
This is a chant of a poor man.
Help me farther give me your protection,
This is
by the poor for the plenty
We'll march under your towers, day after day
To make sure you hear us say
Are you justified
In taking all that they own?
How
by the poor for the plenty
We'll march under your towers, day after day
To make sure you hear us say
Are you justified
In taking all that they own?
How
money, and I give you all my time.
Give you my love, my money, and I give you all my time.
And how could you leave me, with me on your mind?
Yes, I love
the joke
I am tired of your defence
Wired by your pretence
Riled by your dissent
Liar, is this revenge
Peaceful union, understanding
My host, my ghost
What the fuck we gonna do
Just give me a day or two
Dealing with some issues
My Mother misused
Medication
Amputation
Had to cut her off
Feeling
Her Irving Berlin optimism
Can't touch my Cole Porter sad
She fell asleep before the television
Me and the TV are insomniacs
And we both know this
need
Send me your tired
Your poor and broken
Send me your life
So I can break you
We the people can have a plan
We the people can make a stand
fight my tired eyes, I'd give my all
Cause I'd give anything to see you come home to me
You got your watchdog, you trained her real nice
She spends every
done
I'm going to pull down my pants and
Give the Government my ass to kiss!
'Cause I'm a Philanthropist that's pissed
And i'm getting tired of this
So if you see me winning don't be mad at me
Just be inspired by the fact that you act like me
N' if you think it's anybody but your own fault
Cuz you
Leaped naked from the sea.
His fillet knife was in his hand.
He jumped aboard the train.
"Give up your bucks, you tourist schmucks.
I'm Key West Jesse
clouds, baby
But it's them dark clouds that made me
Dark clouds, dark clouds
I been seein' dark clouds lately
I'm so tired of seeing dark clouds, baby
kinda shit
The only celebrity who give a fuck less than me is Marshawn Lynch
Glock in the stash as a backup but the MAC'll burst
Cripple your style,
winning like the Soviet Army in Berlin (Not afraid)
People are saying they know me
They see me like once monthly
I deposit knowledge Into my brain so now
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
be a way out
Just like I’m talking to nobody else
Please leave me alone until you see the end
Don’t fool me
Just give me your ropes and break down my
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