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South facin, red brick, number twenty
The road full o' cars, nearly always empty
Days o' bein daft an' silly
Readin' the Broons, an' Dennis an 'Oor

Dear lord
Forgive me
Hindsight is 20/20
Yah Yah Yah
Running from my past trying not to trip, not to slip
Addicted to the game chasing paper that was

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit

Wanna Be a Baller

Lil' Will

Sittin' Fat Down South [Clean]

1998

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit

a little bit of swagger 
I was Matchbox 20 
Meets ole Merle Haggard  
Winn-Dixie cup 
Woodford old fashioned 
Wasnʼt making typical back woods noise

can't be besties with your mama
Fuckboy Galore shit, right here
Damn that's a lot of craft beer
Hey, I cannot be your wifey, man
I am unwell-matchbox 20

I'm on my own now."
At twenty-four
He tried to find his own way out
Started washing off the makeup he put on in this old town
And asked his church

of the knights
went their separate ways.  Sir Robin rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):

Independence Day

Ellis Paul

Sweet Mistakes

2001

my bed the same way
Stand by me that's what she said if the shit hit the fan
Would you stand by me
Stand by me
Well, here I am
Here I am

6

with the fulcrum, but (what)
Not quite enough
Cause if the non-factor met bad
Posture my little zone combust
The driver hates his job
I can tell by

brought
Them through the Alps
Catching the enemy completely by
Surprise and defeating
Them there are no Alps and
No obstacles that can stand in the
Way

is not the way
Im begging for your
Intercession
Show me what to do

Zyla faustinas canonization
Investigation will start
June twenty eighth twenty

graduation smile
And now before I knew it baby girl was walking down the aisle
And I wonder how the years flew by
Time moves quickly, time moves on
Catch

or a matchbox
And look both ways when you cross the street
Dance the fine line between life and poverty
Me I will be fine I'm on time and probably
Will be here

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's

I'm like a car crash
ATM with no cash
Four walls, no roof
Guilty, no proof
I swear, that's the truth (yeah)
Empty matchbox
Treasure under

needs splinters all up in day-tripper visuals
Take it easy man, fuck it I'll take it any way I can
My palms are generous
When I witness fury scurry past

the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang

Little Highball

Del Reeves

Doodle-Oo-Doo-Doo

1965

LITTLE HIGHBALL
(Hank Mills)
« © '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI »

When they gave me twenty years for a crime I didn't do
I was sure I'd lose my

fighting for my cause with another twenty-four
I been, hold on
Look
Okay, midnight strikes and the one gets right two it
By three'o clock the dream feel

strikes and the one gets right two it
By three'o clock the dream feel a little too lucid
You see, way befour rap, I would ponder translucence
And only take

the ones to blame
It leave you speechless don't know what to say
When you on the better road, people push you right back into your old ways
But you know that

by myself you can't desert me
Rolling rolling rolling off a perky
I've been cutting throats its like I'm doing surgery
I'm all alone so nobody can ever