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of Darth Vader's light saber
And the song that they played on Neighbours
When Scott and Charlene
Entered matrimony
I know Blinky Bill is a koala
And that

know my songs, but in the meantime I'm crunching numbers
Punching fun at all the broken dreams I'm fueling
Yet I'm cooling with the thought that Imma

holiday
Are you mad in this economy
But you worked so hard
And not once did you get on to me
And say I know this is your dream
But it might not work out

music, hmm, I'm a be a star
One day, when I hits charts, we can be together
Until then we're friends, relax chill, talk about strippers paying my bills

The things that i say that i write and i punch in
Releasing it all to be judged by the public
Yall make me the one and just know that Im touching some lugging

If there really is a big
Fluffy Jesus in the clouds
Let him know right now that
I take it all back
If there really is a muscular, cackling
Red Devil

past
Tryna pick up on this cash
Kuz the time is moving fast
I don't know if it's gone last
On the run On the run
Running to the money like a junkie

you home
Rolling up T-shirt
And no panties on
Bills paid up I make my money
Through the phone
Home studio for when I want
To write a song
Do not disturb

hunt you down
She just wanna know me cuz her boyfriend
Always play my songs
Got a bad bitch on a pill
She keep asking me to bust inside her
And I beat

Touching all this legal money
Lookin' like I'm scammin' tho
Nobody ever touched my pen
I write the songs like Manilow
Many many long nights
Now I got

a mean cat
Shawty like goddamn you got a mean gat
By the look on her face I know she mean that
Every time she hear this song she gon sing back
She gon sing

Black Man song
I knew I was different all a long
Man, God gave me a purpose, even though I'm always workin
I know I'm severely underpaid, but I still keep

And though the rap world is ever crowded
If heaven allows it
I'll keep writing for the seven thousand
I know you're out there, I still get the emails

I know
that it won't cause it's never been too
But The Bible said according to your faith is it done to you
But I'm also sure rap is nothing to you

to give a hoot when
I just dropped a ducket on shoes by Loo Vootin
Face covered with the nylon
That's the type of style I'm on
I blew up like an atom bomb

taste her mixing drank, boy, I'm sippin' the Lakers
Every song, boy, I'm rappin' by paper Just try me, you gon' meet your creator
I ain't did shit to you,

Make Moves

Tahir

Homecoming

2001

of tracks
Some say it's wrong
Probably hate this song
I say it's right
And say it with all my might
'cause when we fight
You know who gon win it
So whatcha

burned in a fire
Lookin' like your head got ran
Over by a tire
Where the fuck your mask at? Nigga
I need Scooby-Doo
Go back to Quahog nigga, giggity-goo

your head got ran over by a tire
Where the fuck your mask at? Nigga, I need Scooby-Doo
Go back to Quahog nigga, giggity-goo
Crazy ahh face reveal nigga,

here paying all my own bills
My brother got a gun that got the same name as my age
What the fuck do you expect when you see murder every day
I mean what

it
08, now I'm back in an apartment
But my passion wasn't phased by the hardship I kept goin
I booked more shows, I made more songs
And I even brought

Can't be playing this Both sides pick a Lane
My brother
I know hustling ain't the answer But it pays
My brother
I know stretching your last dollar

make it flip
Cause I remember being broke, I can't ever forget
Recording songs with the bro in that small ass crib
Makin pallets on the floor, with no

07. WAYFARING STRANGER 
(Traditional American FolkGospel Song)
VERSE 1:I am a poor wayfaring strangerWhile traveling through this world of woeYet