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on I-95
Giving you game as classic, as ‘95 Live
Mind's eye wide 
Fly enough to high five God
Look, c.B. knew in his soul 
I'm Top Dawg
Since he seen me like

I can’t be without it when the tensions high 
Cause Niggas get to trying shit like that’s gon be incentivized 
And I feel like I been the guy
Say it

Intoxicated love
We in love with blues
Face em' one by one (one by one, now twos)
Watch the light come from the sun
From the sun through my roof

right?..
Got by this by the spirit..better get your fact right..
I'm moving faster brother....but I got hold on tight..
I'm talking about him..gat me feeling

The trees down in Georgia
Grow as tall as a cross
Where little Richard was singing
Where rock n roll learned to walk
Country blues in a bottle
Get

turquoise lingerie it stays on my mind
And lookin' at my Rollie it's about that time
So listen
I know you don't smoke weed but I'm a get you high tonight
It's

selling housing
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Pass my mark
Up in the sky
Bout to spark
Who tryn get high
Tryna get by
So I never lie
NO CAP for real
Y’all

balance now I strut it down to customs
Greeted by a driver in a dress all buxom
Uh hum, we reclaim the
Wang on this side so I ain't thinkin bout fuckin
I'm

like a crack high
I tell a bitch I ain't nudding like the last guy
If I say jump all I wanna hear is how high
You ain't fucking I ain't even bouta ask

watch Soon nigga
I'm getting a Rollie
A Milli, first name Richard
Make a Milli fuck this white girl Billie Eilish
Ja Sie sind neidisch Ich fühle es
That

round
Richard Mille bound
Rich life on the route
Future wrote it aight
Diamonds dancing by
What a time to be alive
I finally rolled my dice
I been

be broke than the checks I'm getting
Rather be high than the blacks I'm freaking
Rather be sober than tripping I'm geeking

Hold up bitch yuh
Hold my

pride.

CHORUS:
Lord, I’ve been waiting
Crying by the riverside
Lord, can You hear me?
Come heal my broken heart. (2x)

VERSE TWO:
You’re our joy, You’re

Crytpo like a 925 I don't even get the time off
I'm driving by the Eiffel I don't mean to give her high hopes
30 racks I'm asking where the hell I

the pain 
But in a lane fueled by mental health 
Self medicate like Red and Meth
How High? So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick so sick that I could slit

Yelling cowabunga bitch go eat a dick

Cuz I am on a wave I'm going

Surf the tides or get washed 

By the shores 

I am on a wave I'm going up 

00

fly as fuck
Ha-ha, nah, for real, I'm in the sky with it
Life different, you can tell by how the ice hittin'
Better keep yo' eye up on that

Bold Marauder

John Kay

Forgotten Songs & Unsung Heroes

1972

Words and music by Richard Farina

And it's hi ho hey, I am a bold marauder
And it's hi ho hey, I am the white destroyer
For I will show you silver

(Whales now), bank by Morocco
Brand worth a B, I should write me a novel (I should write a book)
Military escorts out in the Congo
Lunch in Sinaloa but I

Killa Beez

Bobby Digital

The Sting

2002

[U-God]
Yo yo
I was born with this magnet, warned by the dragnet
About my dirty habits, I got to have it, the super-glow
Deuce Bigelow - Male Gigolo

Take three more if you
Don't wanna see tomorrow

From grass to ash, dust gets puffed
And these fiends get killed by
The things they love
But I don't got

the bruises brought on by the Stella
To cook and to clothe and to clean and to screw
Is not the sum total of all she can do

They claim that the threats high

your pie is delicious, got me high when I'm in it
Just a little wine, make her press rewind
On a scale to 5 she a 9
We can past the time
Had her knees

oh, here comes fake Little Richard
Tutti Fruiti, wooh
The Eagles band with fake Joe Walsh, hey
Bases are loaded and Casey's at bat
Taking it day by day