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Sing Me Back Home

The Flying Burrito Brothers

Sleepless Nights

1976

alive
And take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die

And I remember Sunday evening 
When a choir came in from town
Just

house
Bitch I'm from the land
If we go state to state bet you we turn yo whole city out
Come down Sundays
Cars on the run way
Magic city Mondays got them

The Manchester Rambler

Ewan MacColl

The One and Only

2001

more things I can tell
My rucksack has oft been me pillow
The heather has oft been me bed
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would

We're all alone

I got a message from a kid on Sunday mornin'
Said he don't know what to do and that he's thinkin' of killin' himself
Me and him got

We Takin' Over

Fat Joe

We the Best

2007

streets y'all talk that shit, I want that beef
I'm a tell you like a g told me they'll come back quick if a nigga O.D.
"Cash rule everything around me

By the poolside pruning
Aging and prudent
Soul as old as the hymn I hear in the distance
Sound like a Sunday morning cleaning
I paint the scene like

to make it through highschool
But from my past I still imagine there's a whole lot left to do
And it ain't like me in a song to be all personal
But Crew

eyes, they won't stay
They can't help but walk away from me
Fuck me
That's why I wrote this song
I've been missing you for so long
It's true, mhmm
Is it

dance uh
Get to the cash i'm getting to the greens
Doing the dash just tell me what's the scene
Finna go big like my jeans
Finna go do that shit by any

work magic with the wink of an eye
When I dance sparks fly, now watch me guide
Phenomenal minds, phenomenal kinds
The beautiful ones, a sign

just got to get up and dance
cnd maybe read some books by Malcolm Nance.

I said frank now do me a favor
'Cause you know the election is over
To set your

Close
Close
Close
Close
Close close err
We got all the drinks
And all the vibes and highgrade over here
You can tell by the way that me style and me walk

dance, that first kiss
Just wouldn't last as long
Where would the world be
If it wasn't for a song
VERSE: There's a melody for everything
A heart could

It's DJ-Z!
Cashmase
Lady P
Sedia B

Baby can you be my cherry on top
Tell me, can you tie a knot?
She got that red lip gloss
Want that cream? Then

never heard a waylon Jennings song
She’s never been a fan of
Willie Nelson so there ain’t
No way in hell we’ll get along
She told me she thinks country

To adult from teen
I remember Felix asking me
If I had a twisted humour
I explained I weren't laughing
My cough was just tickly
I turned up with blonde locks

life goes on
My niggas'll tell you that's true
They wouldn't be talkin that shit if I
Showed you these pay stubs from Deloitte and Touche
Yeah, but

DJ turn it down
"Big drip", these be hand-me-downs
She on her knees, can't stand me now
I'm by myself, yuh, smoking up
I'm by myself just rolling up

could've been we'll never know
But it's too late to change your mind
Well I can't help the way I feel
Days go by and I love you still
Tell me out there in

at these rap n****s like maybe one day
Maybe one day, maybe one day
I’ll be countin’ up from Sunday to next Sunday
Maybe hit up Magic City on a fuckin’

No need for the tears I'm convinced from the pouting
Yeah you got to be very observant though mane when you deal with me mane 
I don't do too much

could really tell that shit is drying your soul

Pain, tell me have you felt that shit before
Pain, I can multiply that bitch by four
Pain, everywhere I

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don't try to play it like I need you
These lyrics in my raps from my heart and I bleed it
My dog said he got me, I can tell that he ain't mean it
You rap