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luck
Resignate

This power has no roots to guide, no role
Trust me, rusted minds refuse to go
Unwillingness, it's meaningless
To walk away in vain
my luck 
Resignate 

This power has no roots to guide, no role 
Trust me, rusted minds refuse to go 
Unwillingness, it's meaningless 
To walk
lives on grain 

And I want to see just once before I die
Us doin' more than just barely getting by 

So stand me up tall in this seat
Lord help me guide
of the country
In a corner of the barn, the pickup rusted out
By too many years
I can see your mouth is moving
You are saying something
Probably asking us
body and it's giftâ?¦
My filthy little secret

I serve her slender hope
To preserve mankind from old ghosts
Disturbed though by recurring crimes
I
Thought my days here were given up for forgotten 
Can't burn cedar, it must come out by the roots 
I'm not driving, but I'm taking bets 
Six full
strides and two-tone daisy roots,
If my friends could see me now I know they would smile.

Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big
by the government, giving up millions to the IRS
Or having to take a paternity test from a bitch I never met
I'm getting sued by my own family member,
be the Mexicans
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Being dead broke is the root of all evil
Get money, my nigga, do good with your people
I got
I only wanted the truth, looking into
No more feelings of doubt
Then someone showed me the root of all evil
When all the lights were out
Shallow
3,2,1,4,5,6,
No telling where the beat might hit

This is out of hand like Buster Bluth
Leave you sounding like Rusted Root
Bots out your mouth like
the crowds, he made it out alive.
Betting everything on himself tonight.

Tonight!

She's driving down the shore on a Jersey afternoon.
She's driving down
jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk 
I'm tired of using plastic silverware 
Tired of working in Building Square 
Tired of not being
I was driving that tractor, spittin' my 'bakker
Had some roads to hoe
500 acres but my sweet potato kept blowin' up my phone
Said how much longer
driving steel
Said "Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
"I was born drivin' steel"

Well now John Henry hammered in the mountains
He'd give a grunt he
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by
time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic
rituals
Through habitual manners
Driving me bonkers
And bananas
First off
I want to thank
Gotee for allowing
Me flow free
while some labels
Wild by
to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like root canals
I erase all trails, something farther from getting bail
Makes you wanna
'm a good floater
When I run for prez, you best be a voter
Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda
I watched Star Wars just to see Yoda
Or R2-D2 driving
'm a good floater
When I run for prez, you best be a voter
Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda
I watched Star Wars just to see Yoda
Or R2-D2 driving
'm a good floater
When I run for prez, you best be a voter
Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda
I watched Star Wars just to see Yoda
Or R2-D2 driving
into my midnight slumbers.

When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and
Repose is taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you
for them
I ain’t ever been the G at the bar
That get them bitches hella wet just by seeing his arms
You know the boy about the leg work
I plant
'm a good floater
When I run for prez, you best be a voter
Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda
I watched Star Wars just to see Yoda
Or R2-D2 driving