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themselves
But by depressed social and economic
Conditions: and we can always count on
The Communists to exploit those conditions
Poverty is probably

My People

James Ingram

The Art of Love & War

2007

Fuqua, Damien Marley
Trevor McDonald, The Black Stars
Angie Stone, Count Basie
Duke Ellington, Jackie Robinson

Bill Clinton, that's right I said it

more racks till a nigga get dizzy (Count em, racks)
Stunt on my ho I don't care if she miss me (Bitch)
Pretty face all in my lap, she tryna kiss me

can always count on sun
I guess life is only like that in the sitcoms

Will I be this lonesome
This lonesome
This lonesome
This lonesome forever?
Still

I’m coming home soon
When I miss you
I can’t count the seconds
Minutes feel like hours, hours feel like days
When I miss you girl
Girl you know I love

are migratory?
ARTHUR:  Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1:  What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR:  It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD

"I got it I got it"
Count bankrolls
Count bankrolls
Count bankrolls
Count bankrolls
I'm finna throw that cash up, i'm finna explode
I got brand new

miss you so I wrote a little song Instead to kiss you
And those flowers, pretty Flowers, they dried up when they Weren't given to you, given to You
Well,

twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like

happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully

DJ Hoppa

The sun walks on water everytime it rises
You can count on that
What make the money but will
Never let it divide us you can count on that

Take a look, do you understand me?
I'm not one to let it on
I can't believe our time was here and gone
Is it just me are you lonesome?
Only for

run it up to get hella drip
I had to work for the new kicks, and never asked for damn thing
Had to do it by my lonesome and my momma proud that I’m my

down that long, long road
I'm so tired, girl, won't you take me home
Pretty baby, I miss your face
There ain't nothing, girl, that's gonna take your

of us
Cool if I'm all by lonesome
Nigga don't act like you want some
No
I be the one that they want so
Fuck out my way I got one so
Yo
Cool if it's all

miss my grandma too; she’s partially responsible for the man you see in front of you
Mom was a single parent tryna raise us by her lonesome
Imagine where

can not imagine how you think
Is you limited?

Yeah we, coming from the other side now
Asking you would you leave me by lonesome
Give my love in a poem

the problem, come back)
Run around in the town
Looking for your crown
Pretty smile on your face
Heart running like a race
Pink skies by the mountain
My face see

To shake the ground
I'd beat it to the backyard and
I'd lay my Lincoln down
I'd signal to the engineer
He'd always let her blow
I'd count the cars, one by

Pretty bitches be so lame
Pretty bitches be the lamest
Oh oh
Oh oh
I be rappin bout my pain cause I'm gifted
Oh ah oh ah ah ah
Waiting on the perfect

to kiss you now 
Just let me count to three and you will see, that I'm out of my depths 
A second to miss you and a second to kiss you now 
Just let me

You’re pretty
You’re pretty
You’re pretty cool
Looking at you
I like what you say and I like what you do
I like when you’re here and it’s just us

running up
Want us to bump it. They play like we love it. We hurting. They act like they one of us
Cool if I'm all by lonesome. Nigga don't act like you

fingers up if ya know one


Hook:
I don't trust no one 
we don't take no shit from no one 
count it all I wont miss nan one 
ima dog I cant have just one