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Ain't you stressin?
Add to ya barter
Do a lot good 
Cover up the sin 
Get real clean by the work of your hands
Nah chief that ain't it 
You can only get

Heavy Horses

Jethro Tull

Heavy Horses [Bonus Tracks]

1978

seasoning
Last of the line at an honest day's toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder

Heavy Horses

Jethro Tull

Heavy Horses

1978

seasoning
Last of the line at an honest day's toil
Turning the deep sod under
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone
Flies at the nostrils plunder

I fell asleep again i wasn't ready for it yo

The harvest appeared less plentiful
Than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked
A stroke

This song was written at a very young age. 15 to be exact.... 

What I'm made of? Like a Caballero polo shirt
Eating bullets from the ones who want

When she walk by a nigga again I'ma have to  grab on her

Low cut shirt belly button ring that show them abs on her
She got that shit that make a nigga

The Winged Horse

Gamma Ray

Somewhere Out in Space [Bonus Track]

1997

In a land, far beyond the sun
Rules the darkness, faceless magician
Black towers which raise into the sky
Castle of tears, shadows passing by

and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,

physically, feel it my bones
Feel it my mode, feeling in my zone, feelings don't last long

I'ma tell you one thing Dat Ca$h stay by your side till the moon

a future but last name ain’t Hendrix
Talkin 'bout you ugly, bitch you fishin'
Gas with the Bans got X-ray vision
Boy you crumbs got picked by the pigeons
I’m

Summer Breeze

DJ Quik

Safe & Sound

1995

know is to stay clean.
T-shirt, short pants, Nikes on spotless.
I was even old enough to buy me a Cutlass;
A little vehicle to ride around town, play

Summer Breeze

DJ Quik

The Best of DJ Quik: Da Finale [Clean]

2002

17, 18
And the only thing I know is to stay clean
T-shirt, short pants, Nikes on spotless
I was even old enough to buy me a Cutlass
A little vehicle

of the plan to the throne
Lotta n**gas like Grievous, they bots and they clones
Part some scars on his face like his last name Capone

Read between lines, I can

You would lift me off the dirt
Always checked if I was hurt
Dusted clean all of my shirt
Woah oh oh
You could always make me smile
If I'd cry, you'd

Do the bone dance connect your steps its skeletal
Hell if you'll pet a cat that shat it is pettiful
I have an iron skull I smoke a bowl my mind is

at Sunday service Lord can I get a witness
Couple stains on our britches but we all clean up
Last of a dying breed In God we trust

Live out in them woods

trail. Like a dot above the letter "i" - the last static detail heralding sunset. It is not time yet, but he is tired. He stopped and, wrinkling his

I'm the man & I ain't talking about Ripely
Get your face put on a shirt behind blue hundreds red fifty's
Now you know damn well (We don't play that over

my G-Lock by my shirt
We see them girls and then we flirt
They got they sandles and they skirts
They say they need a way to ride my face
Lit up like

the makeup on his shirt, but you seem to want to clean it
Trust scale 1 to 10 its saying something, he’s between it
And he’s smart you’re looking for

Yeah, I hope this night lasts
Forever for us
Yeah, I hope this night lasts
Forever

Hm, take the shirt off my back
Take the clothes off my bones

I just woke up, realized life is crazy
Last night I spoke up, listening to lil baby
Why I remember how I felt but the words feel hazy?
Lazy as fuck

It's that continuous beat

There was a businessman by the age of thirty-five
Working full-time just to stay alive
He carried a briefcase he wore a shirt

Cleared the cache and the last of my info
If we cleanse it, we cleanse it right
What's left is the past and the mentos
Few minor streaks of an old