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Let me start by saying sorry
I know I don't tell you how I feel
It takes enough to say I want you but that's not what you need
I care about you
But

a get that money get that money you know
My lil brother hit a lick and now he gotta stay low

Yeah my brother yeah my partner getting it in by the loads

Song Title: Feed You With Love
 
Song Writer: Craig Geddes (aka Craig Ed East)
 
Composer: Cecil “Bunpan” Williams
 
Root key/chord: F minor

group
From Florida what it do?
Got free features from my crew
Upgraded to a real stu
Don't misread, Greg's not me
I go by Craig sometimes daddy
Study

Santa Rosa
Whoa-oh, high and low-oh-oo
Then one day, sang ol' Craig
I'll be free to go my way
And be standing by the bay in Santa Rosa

Then one time late

stuff
We goin' back to Jamaica
Take a puff
This preroll is medication
I'm a money maker
Got marijuana by the acre
Roll one up
This a trip to Jamaica
Hide

spine stabbing
Not one of mine is lacking
Yeah
I'm one of them ones
Tryna lead by example I ain't get one of them guns
I'm leading the kids
So they don't

smile my heart adores
Mine more than divine
To know that love like yours is mine

Let's tear down the house of morgan
Let's burn up the rocks of yorgan

free, the soul is dead
“Get up Craig, Get up Craig”
Rolling hard, renegade
Big lights, center stage nigga
On mics I ventilate
Through songs I’ma educate

What the
Who the fuck could that be
Craig!
Craig, I know you fucking hear me, bro
Open the fucking door
Oh my fucking God

Yo
Bro, what the fuck is

Pull up I'm motherfuckin gerkin' nigga
Don't fuck with that lurkin' (Uh Yeah)
Bitch choke on dick till she purging'
Songs make you sacrifice virgins

This Can't be a Craig Vill Song

You see my momma told me you better never sell crack
And if you do don't bring ya black ass home

You see My father

Best of Me [Closing Ceremonies]

Classified

Greatful

2016

I remember camping in Green Valley Campground 
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard 
And I fell in

She on my body switch hoes every season
I swear I be done by the weekend
Talking your shit but you don't have a reason
Gimme loyalty over the treason

It Aint Well   Words and Music by Steve Morgan, 2017
Published by Eddie Gordon and Steve Morgan, 2017

Verse 1
Go to meetin on Sunday
Yeah that's

the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my

Everybody at the dice game got laid flat
Still the same nigga, just laid back
Craig's nap, the Just Don
The Atlanta Braves hat
I made racks from penning

Hip Hop

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith

1995

hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet

water's shade
Where them snapping 
Turtles wade

This here's the song
cbout Peters Pond
cnd the campground
clong its shores
c simple slice
Of paradise
That

That's Damn Rock & Roll

Eric Church

The Outsiders

2014

shaking devil on the stage in Tuepelo
It's doing what ya want instead of doin' what your told
It's a preacher by the wreck tellin' folks they outta pray

Whenever I get stressed out, all I do is drink
Bottle after bottle got me leanin' by the sink
And I ain't about to slow down anytime soon
I drink

Feed 'em to the lions
Drinking vodka sprite
We can go all night

Cocaine cut in lines
Captain Morgan Spice
I don't care if she's fire
If she aint actin'

I wrote this song for the loss of my mother Lisa Evet Cooper (Densberger) on Nov 10th 2009. Lisa was a horse spirit and loved nature. For all

down
Common Sense is in your town
I said come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town

I stagger in the gatherin'
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