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dreams get smashed
Perhaps it's best if they were

Crowd and Kim
There is no one to find here!
They have left us behind here!

John
Wake up, my friend
Your

to my favorite spot
The one down by the greens
I'm drivin in my big old truck
The best she's ever been
Got my babes in the back
My beer up front and my

yo messages, bitch you be on that flexin' shit
Poppin' shit all on the gram talkin' bout how you ain't stressin' me
Keep yo best friend in the mix yea

yeah
All I hear is the voicemail
When I'm calling your phone
It's says to leave a message
Right after the tone
Yeah, when I came to existence
You were my

Gasoline

Sheryl Crow

Detours

2008

the Taj Mahal

[Chorus: x2]

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

My friend, Gary ran a market way down in Tennessee
Where

weren't hitting but the cold beer did
By the hundredth text message you were pissed, pissed, pissed
I got drunk, drunk, drunk with my friends, friends

in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is won
Message to my unborn son so he will know how it's done

Atlanta 
I take ya shorty like John Gabbana
Tell me wassup, we on it
All for the bag, I'm on it
All for the-

Yeah no problem 
She wanna slide my way okay

From the demons that walk by your side
My heart just wants to know
Will you stay or will you go
I know I said I wouldn't call
You made my mind still lose

Stand tall in it
Oh yea we ball in it
John, MC
I got my motherfucking dog in Here
Motherfucking dog in here
Hey
I got my muthafucking dog in Here
Hey
I

KXNG CROOKED, Eastside, Long Beach, California

My name is KXNG CROOKED
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my

Birdhouse In Your Soul

They Might Be Giants

Flood

1990

bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles

surfing while I'm soul searching
Pops kicked me out, it's no way he ain't hurting
I can never ever rely on these bitches purses, that's a fact my nigga
I

Rapids naw more like John the Baptist
I'm a Christian not a baptist my sole mission is to pass this
Message that I've been given ooohhh
Why they trippin

I was they friend (Was they friend)
I don't think 'bout none of them (None of them)
Need a trillion by tomorrow (By tomorrow)
You ran a play, I'll run

you're my best friend
And you were gonna be my bests man
The pain is more than whiskey can drown"
I found the best way to cope
Wetting a line from an old

2' o clock I'm in the booth, I'm finna let that demon out
Old hoe like to be in my phone no John Cena, can't see me now
Stalking on the block, we

the fucking out of my sight!
No more kind words; back bones; nice guy!
You were my friend but now just get lost..!?

Our ways are parted!
This message is your

from the Eastside (Eastside)
White tees, throwin' peace signs (peace signs, like Crenshaw)
Backwoods, stuff a three-five (right)
No cap, this is my

and time
But we just friends
My message unsend I should've told you he not good for you
But you didn't care of what I say
You so blind by his stupid face
But

the past. The lesson learned is that I cannot run away from my problems I cannot bury them by drinking alcohol by smoking weed or being heavily medicated. It

to the masses
About my massive ego
Obsessive about progressive riches off of every flow
Instillin' messages in bitches so they wanna
Bone
Walking them towards me

we know is how to speak on the phone, so
Text a message I’d leave at the tone, though
I don’t need you, I need you to know, no
Lately I’ve been on my

OGs in the back said this verse important
So I gotta hit hard where it hurts, of course
I mean really I'm missing my friends
But while I been searching