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there
Big enough for two so there's space going spare
Can only be filled by you everyone else I don't care
Doing well academically my grades are going up

A Week in a Country Jail

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50s & 60s Country, Vol. 4

on the phone
I thought I'd be there overnight so I just called my boss
To tell him I'd be off but not for long

Well, they motioned me inside a cell with

To please this insatiable greed?
Apparently so, 98% of y'all sheep
And the other 2% was fuckin' murdered by me!

Writing lyrics for like 40 nights and 40 days

ya caught with a Juul
2nd time
By the principle
When you spent all that money from holidays
Ain't got a job so you not really paid
Just to flaunt

a young fool
Like I had to
Maybe I just should
Put the red carpet and walk on it with a new pair of shoes 
Just to get hit 
By my ego for a new release 
For

don't leave me alone
Yes your body's all that I know
Your voice echoes through my head
I'm always tortured by your moans
Do you feel the same
Was the love

I need all dead presidents
Getting money it's evident
Racks on racks up in my pocket
They ask why they fuck with him
All these groupies in party yea

more alone
Can I make time stop so I don't gotta be grown
Broken hearts endless lies got me thinking times two
I mean where's my heart at?
Can't even

flying by so I gotta pick up the pace
But am I running towards something or just running away
From these problems ya these ghosts that been haunting me

roll out, no talk just splash them

Jailhouse got me swinging my arms like Unknown T
Dumb laws got me there cuh i had 4gs on me
Don’t tell anyone bout

Always taking my time and I will share none
But I'm just wasting my life with my bare hands
Baby I'm bound to not really care some
Circling around 'cause

Every Single Weekend

Kam

Boyz N the Hood

1991

Wearin beepers, that ain't even turned on
A fake Rolex, tryin to look like a star
A phony phone antenna on a rent-a-car
Wait, it don't stop with the men

time
I'll be up two goals by my lunch time
I don't second guess 'cause then my life would be dim
Why would I ever doubt myself when I know that I'm him

through my phone speakers
That night I didn’t see you had a Bonita
We were making out in the crowded little alley
And you held me by the hand
I said

voice
Even the family and friends
Pulled me into the abyss
But after years they're old men
And not a wrinkle on my face
In pursuit of cash, they lost

In the line on the map
Calling me on the pink phone
You should add me to your ringtone
Hitting it good like ping-pong
Im running it up
In love with

Will we ever find ourselves an escape route?
Running circles in this fake house creates doubt
I will run away with you whenever you say now
Or take

I'm rolling with the top down trying not to think about you (about you)
All these thoughts in my head now
I don't really know what to do
Probably past 2

ahead, just jump into it
Ya'll here a body, two pieces to it
Get stutted, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like

ahead just jump into it
Ya'll here a body two pieces to it
Get stutted get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step like

aspirin for the mind games
Roll past em with a smiley face
Stay active from a mile away
They in your pictures
And videos cuz you shining
But surrounded by

Open up your eyes, watch me hypnotize with these rhymes
i disguise to make you realize, it's only I
The only one that ever gave a fuck about who put

getting kind of nervous

Walking with your girlfriends, talking to the guys
Even made me a lil jealous sometimes
But all the jealousy just went away
When I

What time are we on? Always!
Pardon me, fellas, couldn’t help overhearing
My name’s Sneaky Pete, big time talent agent
I’m here at the festival with