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swallows are not migratory.
GUARD #2:  Oh, yeah...
GUARD #1:  So they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway...
[clop clop]
GUARD #2:  Wait a minute --

used to be bullied and pressured on the norm
Innocent lamb for slaughter
My innocence torn
Yo Daddy I thought you loved me
Truth is that you couldn't
I

and dead

I keep a picture of you
I couldn't tell you the year
Sneaking some cake in your cheeks
The stillness brings me to tears

What hands have cradled

notes
Now it couldn't be only you and me
Outside, out here, that feel this rage.
Now it couldn't be only you and me
Outside, out here, that feel this

heart, I wanna lash out
So every now n den I jus spazz out
You judgin me when you couldn't walk a day in one of my shoes
Fuck it hoe, you couldn't walk

Cut off
Yeah your
Past maybe trash
Tell ya I'm not the bucket
Carry around
Your mistakes
Why not own them
Not here to help much
If you really don't want

day
She would look me way
We play truth or dare
I be hoping we connect
Carry gum in case we kiss
Always conscious of my breath
Just something that I

You
Girl you love to lie
Couldn't put your pride aside
You don't know what I'm feeling now
Was it all just a lie
I've been conflicted liquor up in my

He Never Mentioned Love

Kirsty MacColl

Electric Landlady

1991

know his answer?
I couldn't hear him 'though he shouted hard
I couldn't hear him in my own backyard
The trains were rattling by above
He never mentioned

1000 Umbrellas

XTC

Skylarking

1986

Misery
Oh oh Misery

So with a mop and a bucket
I'll just say forget her
And carry on sweeping up
Where I've been weeping
The Jesters will creep in

Upchurch's ass"
Son I couldn't touch you if I wanted
I'm worth too much cash
You want to settle somethin' faggot
Get your ass on a track
But chances are that

Hippie Radio

Eric Church

Desperate Man

2018

to the songs get sung
He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs

Carry On My Wayward Son on the hippie radio
Songs about

fury, entice 'em with this rocket
Bars get to droppin' everywhere
Like I'm bronze bombin'
You couldn't put me in a box if we boxin'
BTS shots the only

and bucket hat cover my face when I'm whippin' inside the McClaren (Facts)
See y'all better take out a pen and a pad and take notes on what I be saying
Cause

steady deh yah so and a meditate
Dem a say how we couldn't make it here now we living up in a d stars and a celebrate
Dem cant believe it say a so we great

got me fu- fu- (They what?)
Niggas got me mixed up, chop chop
I ain't never see a dolla that I couldn't make
I ain't never see a struggle I couldn't

now when you see what I'm doing
Covered in bloodstains but these back stabs couldn't cover the truth
I was really bout my bag
Fuck your superstition got

Loretta Lynn's Lincoln

Josh Turner

Your Man

2006

dealer was thinkin'
But he toted the note on Loretta Lynn's Lincoln

Well, I throwed my ol' guitar in that big back seat
And I steered her on out

I lost the pen because I couldn't find a reason to believe in myself
Between the lines read the lies to my vision for wealth
Splitting pies get you

Bobby carries glocks and he don't talk to cops
Run up on him then you best believe you're gettin fuckin shot
In the 90210 I say that shit like i'm

It ain't easy in the streets
Yet we still carry on
Never easy for a Black man
We must remain strong
It ain't easy in the streets
Yet we still carry

pool
Keep it PG like a movie in school
I been at it since Martin and Tommy was cool and yo grandmama said that you couldn't say "Fool"
But Dranny I

I'm out of mine
It's crazy how I couldn't peep
Pride is blinding
Binding my eyes
With lies I ain't wanna see
What you want for me
Yo my nigga
What you

clearing the room
Silver-spoon my fan Tasia on some shrooms
Wearing her ring out and she's in the mood to get screwed
Couldn't care less if I left her screw