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and some new lesbian version of the Blues Brothers. Actually, I wasn't even on the bill at all, but I knew this guy Garcia who was roadie-ing for Mellencamp
by day
Struggling to live, time grows old
Your head is no place to lay
You don't have to be your demons
You can be so much more
I know you hurt I can
Kurrang on the beat beat beat
Word to GYB B B
With the TrYbe
Ay The Family ly ly
Uh stay true never let another soul change you
And your path will be
we at the intro
Been brothers for 7 years, now we all kinfolk
Sticking with old Soul, beats hittin’ like a kendo
Gettin’ better, and now we finally
we at the intro
Been brothers for 7 years, now we all kinfolk
Sticking with oLd SouL, beats hittin’ like a kendo
Gettin’ better, and now we finally
root
I'm getting drunk sat by the pool
Drinking jack dans at the hotel
Yeah I'm smashed as in my own world
Having flashbacks of my old self but that's
inspired
By dope minds
From now times
Or past times
You can't grow
Tracing they lines
Forever
It's yo grind Be clever
Poor soul
You know you can only imitate
Gawddamn I'm such a loner
Heart cold as ice, soul black as print toner
When did I become a stoner?
One more pill and I'm never growing old
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
will forget him for he made me what I am
Though he may be gone memory lingers on
And I miss him... The old man
As a boy he'd take me walking
By
We go together like silk and leather
Like heavy weather on a blue day
If you empty your mind, I will empty mine, until we make a new shade
It's
covers
Long hair make 'em stay little longer
Stay here, stay straight though we feel ashamed
By the curls, waves and natural things
Curls, waves
Where our first kiss we stole
Soul to soul
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street in July
Sweet push carts gently gliding by
The great big
[Snoop Dogg]
Brothers is wack by popular demand
Chasing fame and girls living they life on cruise control
But tell me, what do it profit a man
People say I'm no good and crazy as a loon
'Cause I get stoned in the morning
And get drunk in the afternoon
Kinda like my old blue tick hound
I
bathe under blue light
He's fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts
He floats me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself
Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (frrt)
Diamonds sluggin', I'm back to my old ways (ayy)
Tinted Phantom gettin' chauffeured by Jose (skrrt)
falls prey somehow
To the silence of the deep-space dark
Of this lonely blue rock
Now his path is lit only by the light of falling stars
The embers fall
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
"till the blues wear offa me"
It's two bullyin' freight trains runnin' side by side
It's two bullyin' freight trains runnin' side by side
They done
"till the blues wear offa me"
It's two bullyin' freight trains runnin' side by side
It's two bullyin' freight trains runnin' side by side
They done
to bear
And his friends in this new world
Said he looks more like a girl
With those blue eyes and pretty golden hair
Fades secluded youth
Into
you judge not
Detours denied
Tell tales, of masses who failed
Unearth and incinerate the old
Feeble ways
From my soul
I dispose the weak
Well I walked down to the river
And I looked up at the sky
The clouds arose upon the horizon
While the blue currents rolled by
Laying on the beach
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