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Brian ... the babe they called Brian
Grew ... grew grew and grew, grew up to be
A boy called Brian
A boy called Brian

He had arms and legs and hands

Through it all, by the grace of God

[Brian Johnson:]
When breath grows still and night draws near
I will not be afraid
I know the plans He has for me
Don't

it's not
I ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to God
Clown, stop, you're gonna scare the dog
He's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs,

like Brian May
I should make him send me the cost
But he might not pay off
Like calling iDubbbz gay
Hey, didn't anybody tell JCyrus
How stale Vine is?

Ikea
So, then I saw the rock, and I called him a sock
And I threw him off the pit, the cock
I said, Among Us Imposter, you are not great
Gumball

heart

Do you trust Boris Johnson to deliver the kind of Brexit that you want
I'm gonna put my trust in Boris Johnson at the moment
I believe what he says

Straight outta Ukraine, isnt it so, puta? Then we got my English brother and prime minister Boris Johnson, from the independent kingdom of Great Britain. You

(Yeah yeah yeah)

(Yeah this thing working)

Yeah

Money isn't everything, but it's right up there with oxygen

Need it for survival get the bag cuz

your life?" 
As he frisks me at the gates 
And I say I was a rockstar 
One that's up there with the greats 

Then he looks down at my papers

Here's Brian, he's basically a lung in a drawer
No!
Bernard we need a chap who's fresh, of military age, with undamaged flesh
So if the Spanish do their

Here's Brian, he's basically a lung in a drawer
No!
Bernard we need a chap who's fresh, of military age, with undamaged flesh
So if the Spanish do their

and everyone those people will go on to teach. Beyond being the bravest of all of us, he was a great friend. United Circle has lost a great man, and he will

From Whence Came the Cowboy

Sons of the San Joaquin

From Whence Came the Cowboy

he isn't gone - an I'm tellin' you friend
There's more cows and horses than there ever has been. 

But a cowboy's a cowboy by whatever name
Be he

they doomed
Claim he saving the day but the villian is him
Rest in peace to an MF'n goat
Investing in beats but y'all selling ya soul
If the art isn't

Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us

We used to cherish all the greatness
We used to love our creatives
We used to praise innovators
And get wowed by entertainers
We used to push

don't know they  got em 
Momma blinded by her ego tell me where's her  knowledge 
Didn't notice other room suicide  robbed em 
Once a parent now her title

to fix the mutiny

First of all, we dealt with all the Tom foolery 
Pray Yahweh still make a way to make a newer me
Cafe by Johnson Hall, it’s where