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These bitches be fake
These bitches be phoney
That's why I stay by my lonely
Gotta stay on my grind
Got a lot on my mind
Can't let thoughts hold me
I

Why these niggas talkin' just to get a reaction?
Words don't hold power if their not followed by action
I speak with a voice that holds listeners

grew
To love the old befriended my time
Walk with a presence schooled
Existence been the test playing twister
Structured the sentence ruled
By the Laws

I headed out to California for margaritas by the pool
And the house of a good old friend of mine I knew way back in school

Just a box of wood
Six

we stayed up making jokes just meant for us
And you kept coming up with names for bands to be in


The best by farI still remember we'd been talking

lights, it was rock and roll
It was the band and I on a twelve-bed bus
And it was making and messing it up
It was endless roads in the same old boots

Living in the Country

Arlo Guthrie

Running Down the Road

1969

at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by

Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train

Carry Me Home

AC/DC

Ride On, Bon!

1998

The bartender's working on a late night shift
Cheap bums and blondes and barmaids on a midnight drift.
And the dance band's playing the same old

you hate when your girl
Is a fan?
That FLIGHT shit be so high
It don’t land
Got a stu in the crib
Cause we can
Flipping bands, kicking shit
Jackie Chan

Crimson Holiday 
Lyrics written by Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson and Chelsi “Om'nira” Clark 
Vocals Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson

fucking vocal about suicide
Everybody was there till it came down to the time
Battling in my own mind when it felt like I was very ready to take my own life

a million
They copy my ways, Im raising some children
I'm on the come up
To my old life, I ain't going back
I promise I'll run up
Against the wall is where I

the Gospels is intelligence
Praised as a virtue

A lot of people forget or never realize that
I started my band as a criticism of
These very issues of despair

can't control my mouth
I can't control my hands
I can't protect these ideas
From all the polite punk bands

You offended by my tongue
You say man I feel

Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one

good now
Fuck my old friends, cuz they doing good now
Fuck the old band, cooking up a new sound
Fly them to my show, just so they can look down, I'm

on my karma
Fed it to her, that way she can't be my baby mama
Living life with the tints on it
Might stretch her vocals chords if she sing on it
Hit

It's just different by the way they look at you
I ain't tripping bout none laces tied on my shoes
I done learned a lot of things turn the old to the new

Rock the Nation

Spearhead

Under the Influence

2001

shine
Lifetimes, go by in a flash
In search for love, in search for cash
Everybody want to be some fat tycoon
Everybody want to be on a tropic

verse 1
Hey girl, 
It's 4:10 and I'm here waiting for you
At the same bar with the same old friends, you owe me a cigarette
But just keep it, 'cause

cry wolf, say fire
Pray higher
Old guy'll stay by ya
The outcome cost more than what you paid prior
Turbulence from circumstance
Quite perceptive

Beach Baby

The First Class

Anthology: Measure for Measure

2003

Do you remember back in old L.A. (Wo-oh-oh)
When everybody drove a Chevrolet (Wo-oh-oh)
Whatever happened to the boy next door,
Suntanned,

decided it’s over once I made up my mind
I got closure now I’m sober
Peace aligned now I’m vocal
Tunnel vison no more posting on the sofa
Friends and fam

starting trends
See we’re good friends, watch as your brain just bends
Got them owls pouring in, count those hundreds up by tens

I just bought a hublot