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it ain't no gimmick So I'ma see her arched like her back arthritic Bourbon in the glass acting catalytic I know I should pass but we're passed idyllic
the clutch of an arthritic pale grasp Tremorous hands grasping for Once-held brilliant suns of endless luster Now an ailing mass of blight Repugnant in their
cauliflower ear And if it wadn't for this glass eye of mine why I'd shed a happy tear To think of all that you gonna get by bein' a winner I got arthritic
Former Lee Warmer; an old smoking jacket, holes in his satin sleeves Candle-lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys In an upstairs
right to leave them alone. The last time I sat up was in '65 when my old arthritic Uncle Fred died he was so stooped over the morticians couldn't
of gold, flame when they roll Arthritic fingers, niggas bang when they stroll Tradin' in the hats for the cane and the gold The golds for the chain
well I give P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic Tim is from the '70's and so we live it SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate I'm down for our
must be arthritic Tim is from the '70's and so we live it SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate I'm down for our days of glory It's easy to do when
of whether live positive well I give P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic Tim is from the '70's and so we live it SA has the wisdom of a nobel laureate
I got two arthritic legs I got five tuning pegs I’ve got a bike that chain that I turned into a strap I can’t remember the songs that I wrote last
Stalled at young modern station Arthritic conversation Life has a dead line lately Allergic and in the news The clocks are ticking timeless
Stalled at young modern station Arthritic conversation Life has a deadline lately Allergic and in the news The clocks are ticking timeless
Across the night It was the moon that stole my slumber Across the night I fell in love with people sleeping And hugged a man's arthritic shoulder
As modern day society cracks arthritic joints No mercy is shown, it's hitting all my weak spots I never had a gun, but now I want to hear gun shots I sleep
their women full of hurt Lace magic ink with venom, critics Milked from infant teeth Though scathing blows are so arthritic When they're set on slow
Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For
Old black tusks ripped off of the beast at the bank of the swamp And carved into statues of arthritic gods Or the handles of blunt swords that
of arthritic bone one tugs at your purse strings while I Grip your throat Dressed in gold from the wealth he stole Pleading holy under gods protection
drake yo flow fake like watches arthritics stop Movements like stasis like ghetto girls ooh slay sis Im on her wall like spiders I'm in the streets like
don't know how much more these arthritic joints can take I no longer have the strength To stand between this world and doom But I'll persist until my
keep singing oh, la la la la la la... La la la la la... When will these arthritic knees finally give in Will I be a cool grandpa will I have any kids
Done with that I'm coming back Like the son of God I sit with the pad Til I am arthritic This shit gets sad It's just so sadistic If I win I dismiss it
pounding frontal Lobe, I'm lone, zoned, as bombs explode my faith in media erodes Depleted inner soul Reapers writhing arthritic wrists My peepers peeled
The man on the early train sees the sun rise Arthritic, and slant a few fine squints of watery light towards him Along the dusty surface
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