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okamfo o give it to me one time

Energized that's how I’m feeling
Mesmerized by the things you doing give it to me one time
I never see this kind

Sixteen Tons

Red Stick Ramblers

Bring It on Down

2003

and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons,

whistle blow

All I do is sit an' cry
When the evening train goes by
I heard that lonesome whistle blow

I'll be locked here in this cell
'Till my body's

are bad, my life's a mess
The names you call me, they hurt real bad
I want to tell my mom, but she's havin' trouble with my dad (I wish)
I feel so

Frustrated

R.LUM.R

Frustrated

2016

blind

I'm not alright, right now
I'm having trouble seeing you for what you do
I'm not alright, worn down
From make believing that you love me too

the floor, I've fallen in
Came through the door, straight stumblin'
Still watch the film be double length
If it ain't 'bout the script then
It don't trouble

a muzzle, knuckles
Some tribulation and trouble
Lean on his scheme until his punk ass crumble
Humble, hustle, Timothy never tumble
Any hood that I come

so you can't be
Sure you can trust again

What if a miracle would bring us together
Just to be torn apart by some
Kind of twist of fate?

So, I'm

striking
I'm troubled by the trouble
I've been been inviting

Just cause you live with it
Don't mean that I can

will lay me down
Like a bridge over trouble water
I will lay me down sail on silver girl
Sail on by your time has come to shine
All your dreams are

And I'll smile at you and
Clutch your hand real tight
'Cause you're changing my life

I say our future is ours to paint
And I don't have much but I've
Got

sight, outta mind
The law might stink, but the law man might look over
Where the pace of life is slower

Well, plain as day ain't plain and sample

you at
Oyour favorite spot, by the liquor shop
I ain't in rush, I need a little buzz
Light my glizzy up, middle finger up
Like I don't give a fuck,

blow
cll I do is sit and cry
When the ev'nin' train goes by
I heard that lonesome whistle blow

I'll be locked here in this cell
Til my body's just

are bad, my life's a mess
The names you call me, they hurt real bad
I want to tell my mom, but she's havin' trouble with my dad (I wish)
I feel so