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From his magic little fish who grant his every wish
'Cause in reality they are his
Odd parents fairly odd parents
Blunts and drinks only rowdy things
Odd

every
Syllable, every accent
Meticulously applied to save
Someone else's song in the third
Act, to entertain you
Only to have some asshole come down

Third Avenue

Fredo

Third Avenue

cheeks full of rocks
Man, feds just took C off the block (Facts)
Next time I'll see him's visitin' the box
Street niggas know the feelin' is odd
But

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

odds.
We cling so closely together
Because we have little other than ourselves.
Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive

The Hustle

Omar

Electric Circus

2002

odd and leaves an odd taste
In the mouth of the metropolitan
The hustle is hollarin'
Beautiful minds grind, grind for the dollarin'
Whether dice

a Goddess of Astrology
Enlightened me who I'ma be
Against the Odds
Rose from the Concrete
Below Six Feet
With the Trojans on Totty St
Where I learned

Beat The Odds

Yfn Lucci

Pain 2

2018

I'm just tryna beat the odds, back against the wall
Laced my boots and stood up tall, told my niggas I won't fall
I'm just tryna beat the odds

on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight

I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your

I'm just tryna beat the odds, back against the wall
Laced my boots and stood up tall, told my niggas I won't fall
I'm just tryna beat the odds

Even Numbers

They Might Be Giants

Here Come the 123's

2008

2, 4, 6, 8
Even numbers, even numbers
Every other number is an even number

2, 4, 6, 8
Who do we appreciate?
10, 12, 14, 16
Skip all the numbers in

I'm protecting my children cause love is in the motherfucking air

Fuck fentanyl, we rise above the pain
Defying the odds, break it free from the chain

I can't speak my palms get sweaty
My head's down my brain feels heavy
I see outer space when I close my eyes
Every still tries to feed me lies
Boy,

Situation

Brotha Lynch Hung

Loaded

1997

the second time was a rush
What about the third time? the third time felt like sex
What kind of guns did you use? choppers, uzis, teks
Whatever one works

fixed? Nigga get that
Cap the fuck outta here
That dirty hoodie you wear
At every fucking battle
Get that the fuck outta here zIP EM UP!

I said

Yeah
I don't got time man I'm catching these plays
Yeah no matter what
Beat the fucking odds man
Every problem they sent your way
Big dungeon mufucka

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

All my demons wanna ride with me...
I said it’s fine...
No more running my third eye can see...
Who gon’ pray for me...
Parade for me...
This shit is

afternoons
I'm so wealthy that I never work a job 
Just over broke 
Always worried bout the odds
I'm so wealthy that I'm eating every day 
I'm so fucking

Fuck what you heard
Nigga I'm the one
On behalf of my two daughters
Ima turn y'all to my sons
Spend a third of my life on the curb
With no gun
Got

to (Aghh)

Verse 1:

Every night chased around
     In different situations
I try to run away
     But my feet just keep on sinking
I tip toe sprint forward

God
Gods Will how I’m playing my cards
God Will I’ll be taking them odds
God Willing I’ll be chilling with God
God’s will I’m just playing my part

Look

the Immaculate Conception
For two thousand some odd years I slept dormant
The consciousness kept me up on the devils torment
Now I lead flocks through

You're an alien
You're the odd one out
Every single day you try to shout
But every time the words won't come out
He tried to pout
But without a doubt

One for tha money gotta stack tha paper
Two for tha fingas that I'm flashin at these haters
Three for tha third Letter for ever rep tha town
Four for