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Lookin back/ on my past/ times goin by fast/ to all who laughed/ man y’all can kiss my ass/ as I walk pass/ pretendin I don’t know yo ass/ cuz you

was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees.  He saw the old guitar first, held high, then

go ya ya
This is rocky mountain high Rocky Mountain high Rocky Mountain high ya ya
Welcome to Rocky Mountain high Rocky Mountain high ya ya

Cruising

the cure

High stakes, earthquake, wide awake, heartache
Game, set, match, time, white lies, true crime
Door slam, lock turn, teach you what you need

to pretend

To feel what you ignite
Cure for my sleepless nights
If I’m undone by the fears that I’m running from
Least I’ll be running to you


Maybe you’re

to cure the pain inside of me
So come and be my source of strength come be my remedy

With you by my side, I feel I can do anything
With you by my side, I

for sure
This is the cure

I give you the raw
If you didn’t want it
What you listening for?

Christopher Wallace
When I kick in the door
The system

Rollin'

Bobby Digital

The Sting

2002

Eighteen-inch woofers movin studio acoustics
Rim tri-star, chrome on my side-bar
Don't hate crab 'cause I caught ya bitch eye par
Platinum grill, re-enforced

his high hat
I'm very ill
I feel very ill
It's our debut single
I feel

Barbera how do you feel
Thanks Dan
Nate how do you feel
Tonight we're

and acoustic
See your body movin'
Swayin' as we groovin'
Don't worry bout them as they watch what we doin'
This ain't about losin'
Girl you know I'm truin'
All

self-destruction
Proxy-funeral pyres for all the fallen scooters, piled nineteen miles high
Pedal taverns in the sky! Drunken sirens' swan song
Holding court with

Copy

Written by: Wyatt Easterling
Published by: Considerable Music, ASCAP

Produced by Joe Newberry 

Acoustic Guitar: Wyatt Easterling, Wyatt's

04. THE BONNIE BANKS O' LOCH LOMOND 
(Traditional Scottish Song)
VERSE 1:By yon bonnie banks, an by yon bonnie braesWhere the sun shines bright

You'll be fine 
Just listen to these lines
Playing with acoustics
Up Early with the roosters
Your happiness, you choose it 
Blessed, don't confuse it

Surprise!
Spontaneous Lex in her mind's eye
Got to rap fast, jump sky high, work
Play hard to survive night can you keep up?!
Otherwise, you can call this is

empty skies
Moon dust was all that I had
If we tried, than you and I
Could fill nine plastic bags
Ghostly voices mostly hold the dead to high esteem

And I've been looking for a cure
Since you walked out the door
But I can't feel the same
No I can't numb my brain
I never hit my high
High
Without you by

me
But I cure her boredom 
Boredom 

Closer to you 
Ever by the hour 
Your spirit and mind devour
Further here and look whereafter 
I'm so far back in

stars
'Fore you could count ours
Money so high
We could purchase sky
Little land, in the clouds
Have a word with God
Up top, oh my
We could learn to fly

of them acoustic 
Turned into yo grandma with a broomstick 
They like don't lose yourself in your conscious 
Shut the fuck up don't wanna hear that

no fast forward
Stand tall back against wall
Respect to me bregins
Always answering  di  call
And if me Haffi do it by me self
Di courage never small

and prayers will show us out
Kissed by the Gods, A devils charm, play me something acoustic
Heal down down the road I got gas and I see the signs of wisdom
My

I wish I could say
I wish I could save you
I wish I could say
I wish I could save you
I wish I could say
I found the cure
A cure for the pain
But by

the, show the, show
I'm so embellished windy City cigarillo
I'm not god fearing boy, God steer me
Cfello
Sip lemonade by Gucci, the XL tee, yellow
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