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tuition
Wish a nigga would, wish him well
He'll need intervention due to inhibition and addition
Of when you get in division of a hyper spiteful delightful

I hope I'm ready, are you ready for this transition
Hold it steady, copacetic, rendered by ambition
Could've fought my mind, but would I really get

uncreative youth
I'd rather write me a song so I can illustrate the truth
You know I will be grooving until the day that I drop
It keeps me sane so why would I

By the Way

Young Jeezy

The Recession

2008

And that would be rude
I'm a man no respect
And Plus I got a sack
Got the west side crackin'
Ask about 'em in the trap

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Turned

business or religion

Noone knew about your feelings, you would cover em up
Noone knew about the rain, all the knives and the cuts
Noone knew about your

Ya Slippin'

Boogie Down Productions

By All Means Necessary

1988

telling you, write on schedule
Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle

and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take

Is there anyone looking?
How would I look?
I don't know you.
That's it.

I feel like
I feel like ****
I feel like
I feel nothing
I feel like
Nothing

I try to get over it, unsure if I’m able
I think of you as I write this song
But I know that you have moved on
Yeah I was a coward
I didnt ever speak

I'm alone as another year goes by
I don't need anybody here, I lie
To myself, what I really need now is you

Is it trite to write this time of year

gotta lie to bitches just so you can get a nut?
Man you ass you got no swag
And she would never give it up
I’m a problem
Kiss the ring and kiss my ass
I

counterfeit
You can hear the truth in this song
By the sound and shit
Man I'm high as shit
Niggas fly as shit
And my bitch she keep on calling
I decline

photographs
Because even after months go by I still feel the pain
From the day you became the one that got away

So let the poets write all about my pain

achiever
A strong passioned dreamer, yeah

What about those days
When you would go to school
Your walking down the hall solo
Targets aiming at ya from

I Can Still Make Cheyenne

George Strait

Country Superstar Hits

1998

home
By time you get here I'll be long gone
There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man
He said, I'm sorry it's come down to this
There's so

How would you feel if I left
I was all by myself
Stuck with no help
How can you leave
What about me
How would you feel if I left
I was all by myself

Ohh Ohh
Let's go


Would you bet it all just to save me
I been through it all on my own now
Drowning in the mass where the praise be
Had to write it

just look at Twitter instead
45 minutes go by I ain't left my room
Feel like I'm just wasting my time and watching YouTube
People yell at me from all

I feel the same way
Eating so good but I stayed the same weight
Been four days but it's still the same date
You would be lost in my shoes if we had

y'all, talk about it but I live it
I was riding in the Civic, seat back hat fitted on god
Had the homies with me rolling loud
What's an ounce, man I sold

shoes
For us theres no rules, if we could, which ones would you choose
We end up confused, shedding red, get shot by blues
Get called dogs, no mans best

his evil eye
Why
Would you try to deceive the guy
My
Goodness gracious
The place between your ears is infinitely spacious
Your flavors tasteless

shoot-
Jersey boy, i'm in Buffalo Blue
Felt the pain-
Give a fuck about you
Had enough-
Cause i wanna give up when i do
I wish they would get Biden

you still looking for your way out
If you sleep walking man you need to wake up 
GOD is a choice you can raise the stakes up 
And I take pride in