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I just known rocket'll late
Up top got me out of shape
But I can go back to squatting with weight
Put race in jakes sorry, slang blurry
I mean

Once in a blue moon I strike gold
Lucid mind til I go psycho
What I brew ice cold
Woke up to a new high score
Two sides to it, I don't choose sides,

I'd wanted to pay
But what can I say?
(Drums)
Worry 'bout what you people might think
But the policy is no return
Might as well dress up, play the star

it's getting real
Balenziaga, Prada by any means
I need that money that buss' out the seems
All blue benjis' please make sure that they're clean
Cannot

a SpaceX rocket
Populate with a goal in mind
Not to let the people go fucking blind
With the money and the fame and the controversy
Isn't that all that's

on my throne but I still take a stand
I don't need no help with my music, but I'd still make a band
I do this rap shit for amusement, like playing in

Love Like This

Drive-By Truckers

Pizza Deliverance

1999

on the door.
And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for.

And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do.
And by

short stay, sleeping bag discarded
Kiss you in the wind and rush to get a thing started
I'd hesitate, in the moment, if I could

My blue dalliance
My

days gone by
Lord won't you let her come home

I'm so blue without you
Come unglued without you
Miss everything about you
Just a dozen dead roses

a rocket
All blue hundreds in my pocket
I’m the plug, where’s the socket?
I be drippin', I been styled in designer shit
Preference hoodie, better mop it

any bottle

Gang why he moving so flagrant
He get turned to a patient
And that ass throw her back it's amazing
Off a perc throw it back I be quaking

me
I'm on the Nawf
Got a shooter with me
Really a don
I just do it ya see
Section full of bel air
Cop the blue and the pink
Fendi my feet
It say Rhude

Circus

Tom Waits

Real Gone

2004

We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her

Knowing no one was there
I miss her poisonous lips
Those guillotine kisses
It’s way more than a bad habit
This addict craves his fixin’
Sittin’ by

me
The blues with no clues
They singing off tune
Get it
Blues wit no clue
Why you confused
Over yo head
Like a rope on a noose
Slave in ya head
What

the wave, and they riding it like a pony
Fuck all of you niggas I'd rather be by my lonely 
Stop with all the bullshit, my nigga you a phony
Pocket watching

be when you get turned on, by my millies though
If they just want me for my cash I'd like to have the choice, hoe
Focus on me until I keel over and die

I'd be lying if said I didn't miss you
All them times that I should've hugged and kissed you baby
Now I'm riding around the town with my niggas
In

of children and wife
Watching days go by together
Flowers bloom it's always bright
Need a genie for these wishes
Think the bottles getting lite
If it's

day do
If only I knew
How much I'd miss that dirt
Those skies of blue
But here you remain
And the world you grew
To love hasn't changed
And if it had,

I used to sing with the southern man's blues and a northern man's soul
Every day's a new day, at least, that's what I've been told
When the whiskey

confuse blues with trying to get by
And then we get angry, get drunk and get high
When all we had to do was stay focused on how to get live
We could get

Gettin to the Son like Mercury
Okay Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Turn my scars into distant memories
I’d rather have less company

I've got some
Problems, figured
I'd share them with
You
Hand me the
Bottle, I will
Pour a glass or
Two
It's late at
Night, I'm wishing
I was there