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Dana Williams

Dana Lamont Williams (born March 20, 1963) is an American former professional baseball player. He appeared in eight games in the Major Leagues as a backup outfielder, designated hitter and pinch runner for the Boston Red Sox during the 1989 season. Listed at 5 feet 10 inches (1.78 m), 170 pounds (77 kg), he batted and threw right-handed. Williams graduated from Davidson High School (Mobile, Alabama) and was signed by the Red Sox as an undrafted free agent out of Enterprise State Community College. In six MLB plate appearances and five at bats, Williams was a .200 hitter (1-for-5) with a double and one run scored. His double came in the only game he ever started for Boston, on June 25 as the designated hitter in a 7–0 loss to the Minnesota Twins, off left-han… more »

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2018

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Always on my own like ha ha ha ha
Jump to the ledge like ha ha ha ha
Jumping to the sky like "ha ha ha ha"
I might do it like ha ha ha ha"
My funeral with twenty seven people like "ha"
Always on my own I'm like "ha ha ha ha"
Jumping to the sky like "ha ha ha ha"
I'm like hahahaha

Have no friends and twenty seven
By myself and twenty seven
All alone at twenty seven
Found her body and twenty seven
Please pray for me (twenty seven)
Have no friends and twenty seven
By myself at twenty seven
All alone and twenty seven

Yo check this
Might kill me a nigga like pow pow pow pow
Put the gun up in his mouth like nigga I don't give a ****
Still I'm chasing demons best believe I ain't been eating
Best believe I see my shadow chicken on me like I'm Jesus
But jeez Louise this paranoia haunting me like erryday
Hotel food is Skyping you
I love it when you lingerie
Hotel rooms, hotel rooms crying bout this fucking feud
Candle burning candle burning, inkwell for my favourite do
I fucking hate your guts
Look what you've become its nuts
Now its down down down down all the way to hell and up
Up is the where you tread and life is sacrament to atheist
Treat you morals my withdrawals
Heroin and pissy cups
Uncles he no longer has
No gardens no looking back
Nobody to call his own
Phone be ringing always off
(Hello?) (hello?)
I don't even trust myself
Feel I just don't belong
Feel like fucking flying
Wish you understand my fucking thoughts
Confidence is terminated hatred in my fucking bones
Hatred fucking skinny naked fame I hope you fucking choke
Into my homicidal court cases and algebra
I was doing licks and getting money but this passion was
Me and my microphone in my room was twenty seven like the club
Dead kids, too short, life gone, mad drugs
Suicide genocide responsibility for us
Responsibility for us
Look inside the mirror looking venom but they paying us
I guess I'm fucking famous doing Versace and Adda now
Twenty seven like the club twenty seven different drugs
I be going back to black stairway up to heaven bruh
Twenty seven
Twenty seven
Twenty seven
Twenty seven

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