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Waitin' On the Ghost Of Wiley Post

Sometimes I think of Oklahoma
And though the memories are growin' dim
I feel the heat, I taste the dust
And I

Wiley Post was born in Grand Salinas, Texas
Round about 1898
Saw his first aircraft at 15
flying man would be his fate

end of the great war,

I Dreamed of a Hillbilly Heaven

Tex Ritter

Great Ones! [High Fidelity]

to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with 
all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls. Then he said, 
"Tex, step over this way,

and the Mississippi blue yodeler Jimmie Rodgers.

I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}

Spoken:
He introduced me to Wiley Post

I Dreamed of a Hillbilly Heaven

Tex Ritter

Eskimos, Mean Old Queens and Little Bitty Steers

2002

to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with 
all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls. Then he said, 
"Tex, step over this way,

than post everything
Oh shit I went off beat
But I'm just back now
I remember when it was
Black people in the background
Black excellent
Black people are

Bang

Wiley

Godfather

2017

Dealt with pain, dealt with joy
Me and Wiley are cool now
But I'm the same nigga who tried help destroy him
Tell Lorraine, tell McCoy
I failed again,

official
Got Rome in the back, he gon' blow like a whistle
Dayczar right behind us, his head on a swivel
And Effy be wilding out lowkey, he post in the south

to be perceived as a boss

MJ with the tongue out, the Tasmanian angle-smith
Coyote wiley, midwest like Stalley, the pygmalion
Invasion been prophesied,

write some lines
Studying flows and listening to skepta
Then it's wiley time
Been my own man
Even when I slept in the cold
They don't make them like me
Go

that were in is far from baiding
Go fund me got no one saving 
Digital begging it's getting all save me

I got stalkers that's why I don't post wifey

op m'n rug kheb m'n back bro
En ik snap iedereen die z'n weg strookt
Shit ain't easy ey ik heb ook flaws. En die baller intuïtie gotta post up
Aanval

and peas
Doin' up Wiley, where's my brother? 
Lookin' to find my G's
If T wasn't 'round I was running with Lz
Knuckles, Sonic and Tails
But things