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with me

Like the roaring forties are fixing the game

And the kid-in dream
Stranded in a murky night
And the waves are black
The waves are high

Things have gone from bad to worse
With every trip around the horn
I fear the dutchman's curse

Through winds of the roaring 40s
Our clipper makes its way

(Braaa, braaa, braaa, braaa, braaaa)

Bitch slam my door again, pour my four right on the floor again
I'll let my .40 getting roaring then
I'm

Laying traps for these bears now
Who talking grizzly
Ill turn him winnie
On bear mountain
Flood his cave
The roaring 40
Will air it out him
Something bout

of the Great Southern Ocean
In that winded expanse and ice-so-lated chill of the Roaring Forties 
Above the darkened depths, this ancient messenger forever

Party at the End of the World

Jimmy Buffett

Take the Weather with You

2006

to the yogis, had some meanings with my roadies
Who assure me the arrangements are complete
Just below the Roaring 40's, I am gonna plough some sorties
You

calm, to your mystery
I wanted revenge
but so, so did she

"I am the eldest of three sisters
born down around the roaring forties
I have been sent to be

As the wind blows down your street
There's a lighthouse in the forest deep
You can see

Forty days, forty nights
Forty roaring winds
As the rains come and go
I

well 
40 Roaring, Banging on these niggaz 
Like a thunderstorm 
Niggaz out here starving 
I ain't tryin make the same mistake 
Ending up a statistic

Thirty it came with a forty, we roaring it
I'm in the sky, so you know that we soaring in
Yeah, that's your girl, but you know she be hoeing it
I'm

like a log of beam
Flow so sick your can't block the streams
I know my rights cause the pot it steams ao don't get caught within forty feet
Of a roaring

40 take niggas right outta Tank Tops
Blood washed away from raindrops
Too many options, Devil do his knocking,
Momma said don’t open that door up
I

Horry
She said what’s around your waist?
That’s a .40
Yeah my life is so for real
This ain’t no story
Hear that AMG yeah it’s roaring
Yeah I’m balling

Nikon ooh
It’s my engine roaring
Ima tell my story
Swerving lanes like Tory
Yes the shirt Ralph Lauren
You're not scoring
Ima go for 40
He's a clown

you goin have to show me
These niggas keep trying but no i aint goin
Wont catch me wit nothing less than a 40
Ain't tryna stack up a check imma blow it

ain't no discussion
He be saying that he don't like well okay nigga cool
Why the fuck these niggas living off the shit from high school
I'm 4-0 up in

Yeh
I'm running
On pacific coast highway
The engine
Is roaring wild ly
Drive it
At full throttle with you
Behind me
Sexy girl hugs me
Hit the road

my whip
Uh
Open the throttle the engine a roaring
I'm Beating it up and i leaving the morning
Shooting my 3 and a nigga be scoring
Cracking a seal

was clicking, I took her on a date
V6 when my engine be roaring
You probably can't hear it in all 50 states
Step up with noodles, been munching on steak

Yeah
Alright
Yeah, yeah
I tell my niggas to run it up
I'm thinking we up by forty 
I knew lil shorty can't get enough
So Ima just leave in

I pull up I bust down the door this 40 on me it's lit I'm talking bout racks
I come and take my awards on granny you ain't stealing Grammys that's

Riding feeling amazing I'm switching lanes
Her booty thick my pockets thicker sitting on alligator
Colt forty five the hater you ain't got no soul
Reaper

I got me a new 40 Lil bitch
Turbo my engine be roaring and shit
Copped me a rental put bows in that bihh
She want the dick I'm ignoring the bihh
She

Thomas The Rhymer

Steeleye Span

Now We Are Six

1974

and forty nights
They rode through red blood to the knee
And they saw neither sun nor moon
But heard the roaring of the sea

Don't you see yon bonnie,