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chains are for slaves
Don't step foot in no penitentiary (penitentiary), oh
Don't taste the poison (poison)
No, don't you bail on your family (no),

hate the crowded places
When I walk in the center
When I'm stuck behind a snail
Who managed to grow two legs
I want to hear the music
Do you want

Family Table

Zac Brown Band

Welcome Home

2017

It's just an old piece of wood
On top of four legs
It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand marks from "god knows when"
Ain't too many

I've been tryna find me a center peace
Bout to buy a painting of me
Know I'm bout to crawl through the opening
Got a hunnid legs, centipede
Got a lot

Sittin’ up drunk shuffling thoughts
Got paper but I’m lost
Losing focus what a n#%$a still hustin’ for?
My seed is straight the family’s settled
Idle

out bread sticks
I break every bone in your foot you try
To give me that easy dead kick
So that when you slide up like a
Dancer we'll all see your leg

just go, baby, I just go

Left foot and then the right, like the brothers with the flight, fuck polite
Never got me anywhere up in my life, Honor Killed

back
(Uh, uh) karmas my mission
Can't get nothin' from trappin' (No)
I'm undefeated, they all count on me
(Count on me)
Foot in the industry, my heart in

No One's Iller

Eminem

The Slim Shady EP

1997

fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bombs at day care centers and yell "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cause she

plan
Until the pressure of the world reached out a showed what it demands
The devil got a foot hold of my Dad and took his hand

He had enough

One foot off the ledge
A breath off the edge
Noose on my head
Up on a chair
That bitch on one fucking leg
I stare straight ahead
No looking behind
If

pissed off when they found bout 16 aces up his sleeve
Then he tried to run away, but he stumbled on his feet
Now that cheatin redneck octopus is eight-leg

Left hand yellow and right hand green
One foot in your past, other one on your dreams
Next spin comes now you want out (How could you tell?)
That's

Left hand yellow and right hand green
One foot in your past, other one on your dreams
Next spin comes now you want out (How could you tell?)
That's

Mercuriale.

The bells of the Duomo — the Cathedral of Santa Croce — cascade across the center of Forlì and beyond, echoed by bells of outlying churches

this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so

from all the gratitude, asking you, "when did you put your foot in that book of freedom, good afternoon?" 

I'm hanging out with a Mayan scientist

Was the center of our family
The foundation of our home
It's where we came together
And we learned to get along
Where we'd laugh, right our wrongs

bwoys set your mind on fire
she's a girl from di uptown region
her family ina high high position
whenever hot stepper name mention
put her ina high high

Command center, command center
This is PairoDice-1, come in Command center
Go for Command Center
We're approaching our destination
The last leg from

Where Are You Tonight? (Journey Through Dark Heat)

Bob Dylan

Street Legal

1978

private thoughts were but she had some way of finding
Them out. He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same, she was waiting,
Putting flowers

and never all for the cheese

Hot tub, bubbling like warm water call me, hot tub
Cut your wife and daughter like a meat cleaver, we be the Dungeon Family

trading raw stories

We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise look in my eyes

ROUND 1 i shot myself in the foot
Lost my step as the proof
Caught

fucks, no fucks)
I ain't gone give up (give up, give up)
I'ma keep my foot on they neck and apply dat pressure (pressure, pressure)
But don't give no fucks