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just like his old man.
"Dad, get me a burrow owl.
I'll never ask for anything else as long as I live".
So the guy breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.
understand it
Put me through school, swore soon I'd be in a position to rule
Look at me now, your only child breathing through you
For you, by you,
about you the next morning & called up Fran
to see how well she knew you in Tulsa
She said "Uh oh he's got a reputation here
I heard that he hurt some old
To touch the stuccoed stars
From the deep of snow-enchanted woods
He called them from afar
Hunter's by the Deadman's Spit
All struck dumb, the forest
turnt out
And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out
Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan
Or better yet, stay great, we stay
man
Tonight i'm learning how to fly and i surrender
I've travelled all this way for your embrace
Enraptured by the recognition on your face
of kids, They,ve turned out alright
They,ve got respect and they treat people right
In these wild times they still come home at night.
I'm a lucky man
night
And he longs
For a love that cannot be
Space is cold
And his heart is just as empty
He got old
He's getting younger by the day
And all along
old flame
And his name is Bruce
But blew my eye when his girl drove by
Told me bye then he winked his eye
I'm too Don fo' this, too fly to curse
the train rolls by every night at ten
I know you're out there
Running again
A crooked minister in a neon church
You sure ain't lookin for
God in your search
at the place where you standing
N-O-R-F-O-L-K,
Killas by the night, and slaves by the day
Rubberband Man cuz the paper don't wait
Impatient with myself like I
of the memories crying out loud
I can see that you are an angel
Whose wings just won't unfold
Tune up your harp, polish your old halo
The only kind of man that
roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar
it, got a coffee shop in Denver, Colorado
I'mma catch her when she visiting her mama
Ri-Ri, fine, you're old man hate me?
Can't rap like Gates,
You know the freaks come out at night with the drama
I'm a break it down, take it down, learn it
Roll it up, burn it, think it
Stir it up, drink it,
Out in New Mexico, many long years ago
There in a shack on the desert, one night in a storm
Amid streaks of lightnin' and loud desert thunder
please
Weeks passed, I never heard from you
Then one day you called me out of the blue
Wondering if you could spend the night
My heart beat
to nobody else
And I couldn't believe it
I just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world
You just can't explain
The old man lived
And he called the cops
They said it was civil
I was left in shock
I called a lawyer
He said to me
That I can get him out for a fee
He wants my arm
He
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When I was young
I’d got to bed at night
And I’d say my prayers
And turn out the lights
I’d look at the moon
Shining thru the trees
So
something tasteful for the old man
And, well, he didn't
Patrick Bibblebury Adams
That was the old guy's name
I dunno why I still remember that, but there
nothing to lose.
Grandma's in the kitchen watching neighbors drive by.
She just come in from putting cloths out to dry.
Says I don't know what that old
to the house and
knocked its door.
And, there came an old couple.
What can I do for you, young man?
I couldn’t find my way out of the woods.
Can I please stay in
And my Chevrolet dizzy, you don't know how it feels
To lose a mil' in two months, shit's way to real
I saw my mom last night, one hell of a dream
She
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