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years old I’m still packing girth
Got bare P’s from shooting Planet Earth
40 bands from watching a monkey give birth


Got knighted by the Queen
You know

Independence Day

Carrie Underwood

American Idol Season 4: The Showstoppers

2005

left the proof on her cheek
And I was only eight years old that summer
And I always seemed to be in the way
So I took myself down to the fair in town

cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just

Not Another Day

Atmosphere

Sad Clown, Bad Summer, Vol. 12

'til 4 she could be home by 5.
Shuts her eyes for the rest of the route,
And keeps the head-phones loud to drown everything out
But the same old song:

Living in this town so long
There’s your home just above the bar we know 
I almost passed you by when you said hello
There you go racing for the sun

claiming the bigger demeanor
I wanna be like David and Goliath, shut their mouth, finally silence
I hold the Corona, I live in la colona
Ain't got No One

to the mother land in the west my beautiful home 

Out goes my thumb to the wizzing cars passing by fear bred normality seekers wont stop for a free mind 
Checkin

Hippies in Calgary

Chris LeDoux

Cowboy

2000

never tell we were cowboys; we were real lookin' hippies by heck. With long hair, bare feet, old t-shirts, and beads around our necks. And shoot we just

wed
And I can never remember the good
Without remembering the bad

We arrived at the house a decrepit old place
On the far outskirts of town
Arrived

Old man in a nursing home
Family left him all alone
Stares vacant at his coffee cup
Just needs a friend to lift his spirits up
If you'd just take

There was a time when I worked in a factory and rode an old bike around town and life was so easy
And those were the days before I picked up

Waiting on our old plans
Lead us out to ghost towns
Hating all your old friends only make slow sounds
Let's try and make a new home here in the old ground

Gone

Juelz Santana

What the Game's Been Missing! [Clean]

2005

she)
Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's
Bien watched by police, feds
Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters
Home girl ain't got

my racks doe
Since old days I got them out the way like 640 at a back show
Waddup MoCo my old home if you don't know
How I ball like number 10 me

old home town of mine, just wasn't meant for me
I am out the door and only miss my family 
Whatever life you're leading now, a doctor or a janitor 
I

to turn this truck around
Tell the boss I'm ain't leaving town
Go home grab a fishing pole or two
Me and my boy in that old bench seat
I wonder what he'll

Or a great big wall of water over this old town
It wasn't all for nothing
And I'll see you guys around
I know I've got a home on solid ground
So I'll see you

started
I always thought that home was where the heart is
I'm driving through this town and I don't recognize a thing
But our initials in the oak by the old

but I don't mean George
Fake the funk and end up in a morgue
But no, not me, no way, home slice
And when I play cee-lo I use my own dice
On the down

ever step up
One by one I push 'em down
Fat bullet fat head make a pussy sound
Hard head soft ass make a gushy ground
I'm straight from a crooked town

the sun was high and burning down
Rented donkeys from an old blind man
saddled up and rode to town
Tied our donkeys to an iron wood tree
by the stream where

'cause heaven is my destination
The President shakin' hands with the terrorists
Keep ya eyes open don't sleep, David Letterman
Keep the 9 on me, don't

Come from the bricks dark side of the town
We never been new to this
Would've thought I had 2 chains
The way Im true to this
Pockets lookin like some

(Yuh)
(Lil Rocca)
Hard to say how I do this every day
My home team wimmie
Checks supplied we gettin paid
Give you the wraps
And get the bans like