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Jack, John, Jill and little Mickey P.,
they helped me put your wheels back on.
We drove all night, drove till the morning lights
when the songs
flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
'Twas
It's OK, they're clean
Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C
And I turned on the SpectraVision
And I'm just about to eat that
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
down my pants, I made that bitch sound like a choir
While I was doin' those money dimes, huh
This old bitch, I been fuckin' when she stared down her ass
partner and me
Ah they drove away laughing but the message was clear
We don't care about nothing but the money down here
I come home to Maria in
sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy
all his lights and they drove right by him, woo
Chapter two
Traphouse just got cable
Stuntin' on the neighbors
The cable man was the feds though
prayers
They knelt down together, recited Psalm 23
And started asking the Lord above to
Bless the beloved people in their lives
It was at that moment that
There's a quiet, little slat wood house down by Dawson Creek
With an old GoodYear tire tied up for a swing
It was there I was there I learned
in Dixie!
Y:Up to bat comes old Abe Lincoln
D:There's a guy who's really thinkin'
W:Kept the United States from shrinking
Saved the ship
goin', they were geared down
Even Pops was goin' for a piece of the crown
They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I wanted
"We can and you can't" is
souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'
With nowhere to go, niggas rollin' in droves
They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain't knowin' their goals
souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'
With nowhere to go, niggas rollin' in droves
They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain't knowin' their goals
screamed and put on their hi-beams
I fake like I'm ?vomiting smoking sick? threw acid on their stomachs
And drove of with a wig down la brea listen
At seven this morning I got on the phone
And said to hold my Bronc as long as you can
My car broke down in Billings and they just got it back
sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy
sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy
and they're all lil dears
But
Now she's bored with her married bliss
So
She goes out on the town, has a bit of this and that
Guy ment nothing, one night stand
sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy
Cargo don’t do the job
It’s a little too big call my uncle bob
With my old man whip
Take a long road trip
And my wheels don’t slip
Hot coffee take a
With
he rose
He sprang to his sleigh
To his team gave a whistle
An' away they all flew
Like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim
As he drove out
valor drove his need to join the fight
Nothing could prepare her for the first ungodly night
This is not yours, this is all ours
Worlds come and go,
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