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the experience of the (unintelligible) behind me, I said to Steve, "well look here, why don't I
come back with you?" I mean, I like a couple of weeks in Jersey.
So
And when I get lost and lonely I seek comfort from above
But it's my Indiana Woman, taught me how to love
Back Home Again In Indiana that's the song I love
polish and put our head
Down in the back of the class
And not notice out of
Fear that someone might laugh at one
Of our ideas – that our
Idea could become
my hand
I turned around and I headed for town and I never looked back again
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road with a gun in my hand
mind going back again
Nintendo Wiis, were something we did not need
We'd imaginations that could just be let go
But then on certain days, I was allowed
exercises, Steve checks is bass, all the boys... and Bruce goes round the back and does the
various gobbing in the old facial mask thing and all that, and ah
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
Or roller skate or catch the bus
There is a fence and a gate twisted by hand
There is a fig tree taller than you in Indiana
It will make you gasp
It might
Take back your rights
All the wealth you make is taken
By exploiting parasites
And they keep us in line
With a fascist police force
Global capitalist
Tonight, in Fort Wayne news
Three men found handcuffed shot in the back of the head
Laying on the ground in the living room of their home
With
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
From Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to California
In
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
the album I deliver
[Verse One]
I threw a Brownstone at Brandy now she's Changing Faces
Standing in my Aaron Hall I'm Blackstreet packin suitcases
Goin back
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
of did)
Went and fucked my nigga's bitch
I admit, I admit that I did (I did it)
I fucked my girlfriends bestfriend (oh)
Yeah I tapped that in the back
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
wouldn't believe
I served him on a back road in Dagenham East
By the shitty bando where I was bagging for weeks
I beat him with my bare hands I weren't
and that's all they will ever show
So the ones in the West will never move east and feel they could be at home
Get tricked by the Beast but where them gon'
to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressment
But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that
east
And feel like they could be at home
Dem get tricked by the beast
But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown?
Solomonic linage whe
again
Sipping Hen
Staring at that white girl from Michigan
She was with a friend, fat ass fly ho
I went in for the kill, ASAP, pronto
So wait boo, 'fore
in a
Single home by a single woman i
Am a very proud black man
I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from
Your your first song and video
I hate you so
of me with Australian bitches
Back in America they treat us like we Aborigines
Original man, they tried to white out our history
As if the first
like the Indiana grey
Roll me out December
And take me by your hand
Take me back home
Roll me out December
Let me see your face
Let me live to see
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