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I'm from where a bitch a kill you and they all trap
Mall bags getting made by the Reynold's rap
Everybody puttin orders in watch em bring it back

aspirations
With total middle ground
Now I don't get it, I'm so upset it's
Cool time, pretending that I'm OK
Being Ruled out, by everybody who listens to me
But

Big Ballin

Big Tymers

Platinum Hits: Official Cash Money Instrumental Album

2001

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'

a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it

mouth?
Why can't we find the middle ground?
Why do we make this harder than it sounds?
Running round in circles
Hoping I'd bump into you
Only now that we

Caught in the middle
But I faught just to get to the
Spot where I got, oh God (God)
Guide like a missle
Till I get where I wanted
To get by my

when the Xanny's don't work
And he panic, ears ringing, when you call he can't hear you
Every seven seconds, eyes back up in the rearview

Something

the ground
A dark eagle looking for pray, but preying on none
A dark eagle just looking at what's happening on the ground
From up above the Earth
A dark eagle

is scattered in pieces on the ground
1,2,3,4,5
6,7,8,9

Im nowhere, but here and there
Ill take my steps one by 
1,2,3,4,5

Im a lost boy 
in

Yeah Yeah I'm getting my Business straight
Went from negative to Positive not a second or minute late
Scraping all the crumbs off The fucking dinner

grew up loving, yeah
And I got, three sisters
They my second mom, but my momma stay above them, word
Never trip they know I love them
Even when my heart,

Got that murder on replay
Crucifix six then I'll spray
Hoe got kick back middle finger Fuck you
Fucking Hoe bitch got my mind Screwed
I'm Here by

and errands got me weary
I tripped in the dark it was misty
Stars connected by wires like earpiece
She tap in to every secret that seeps out of me
The heights

stand

Chorus Then Middle Solo E Vamp - Em - G - D- Em. 2X.   G - Bm - C - D7 - G.                   Chorus - Outro- End

braid for the long
Journey, who loved you
Before he knew you by putting
A walnut tree in the ground, who loved you
Before she knew you by not

ready?
Here we go!

Lay on your belly and face your head down
Lay on my belly and face my head down
Now, put your hands flat by your head on the ground

by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening

Seven Silver Curses

The Fiery Furnaces

Rehearsing My Choir

2005

in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits 
By some Pollock

Seven Silver Curses

The Fiery Furnaces

Remember

2008

in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits 
By some Pollock

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

of money.

Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, 
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession 
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by

at the Second Cup
Sipping from a Seven-Up
Moon-gotcha, moon-gotcha, voulez-voulez-vous
Middle age What a laugh, better get the decaf
Moon-gotcha, moon-gotcha,

Growing up in the hills
Of middle Tennessee
I'd quit my job I could find one
But that might just suit me
'Cause I never wanted money
And I never

forever
Unaware where I ever am, never knowing if I'd ever hit the ground again than be with You
Maybe if you knew the truth
Maybe if you took a second