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Rosie's crying down the telephone
Said she wants to spend some time alone
Now she's caught up in the combat zone
Searching for her white flag

She

that likes a cowboy

Set’em up, We’ll knock’em down
Keep it country and play it loud
Wanna hear a little Waylon, Mearle or Johnny Cash
Can ya fellas play

can keep your advances, wack hooks, and pop dances
Don't get me wrong, I'm all about the mainstream
As long as I sign the deal I want and have the same

and now nobody will talk to me
Better off talking to myself
As soon as I get critical, I'm on the back shelf
You seem to measure worth by the state

the honkies
With tight pants
I might dance, watch me now! AC
DC, bass take it easy, greasy guitar licks
And reading Archie comics
Nonstop rocks off in Bon

I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side
 that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself
They won’t grind with him
Till

meets the eye
Mm little fish ride the railway cars pack up your guitar now you're gonna go far leave That jar
And go be free
Little fish I know you feel

Couldn't stop us
Like a good drug
Never enough

We'd hook up in my car
Drive it so far
Play you guitar
You'd show me your art
Let down our guards

of legends above
That I look up to and came from
So my life will never be done
Forever!

All Praise be to God for the queen that conceived me
A living

Hotter than one million degrees the raps cajun
I cook up at any minute when I need to
Y'all shook up at any mention of my name
Strong hook up with all

granny sleep? I'ma scam
Her in the morning
Ray gun on me, I'ma blast on him into orbit
Only hitting tens
I'll crack her if she foreign
Dick put her

know i think maybe
She did to much coke
Do you think so, doctor?
This girl's definitely OD'd
Oh, fuck me okay
I want you to handle this for me, Johnny

I'm writing/

Dust these sins off and get my mind right/
These devils can't control me/

We wish upon shooting stars then get blessed by false gods/

It

would follow, keep testing me
Jeez, good thing my blade is sharp as ebony
The Devil better ease up, I'll poke back if you pester me
Flip out like toons,

that for real flo
That call me up to sign a deal flo
That Cross em up in open field flow
Made myself into a boss and that’s for real though
Dollar signs

Rewind the beats to play it back until I'm findin' a hook
This is the chronicles, you witnessin' the life of a crook
There is no honor in just givin' up

sorta likes the Eagles
But she couldn’t name one hit by Johnny Cash
No, she don’t like to play my kind of music
So I had to tell that girl to kiss my ass

might dance do my moves and 
Float away on the grooves hop straight into booze
Hook up with cloud number nine alright  
And get dose of that sweet summer

of the realest homies
When I'm low, he gas me up like a Hummer
And throw the alley-oop like "Stoop, go 'head and snap on another"
Not sure if you can tell by

a right hook like a coat hanger out of need
Out of my book, I would never stop until you free
I would let you James Bond me if you shake another tini
If you

you ain't scaring nobody with them pistols
Nigga we having em' too
I might just hit up my lil Asian bitch with the friend
Knocking em down by the two

a demon
And my life a movie, might get narrated by Morgan Freeman
When rap money come in fast, I'll spend a bag up in at neimans
Check the driveway, it's

L.A. Salami:

Hello? Stokely? It's Lookman... Pick up...
They gave me this number to call.
But there's no fallout like the full stream of conscious

paging notebooks re-engage old crooks its the new me with the old look charge features sold hooks take a stand my own foot had to pass no look rap careers