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The Drowned Lovers

Nic Jones

The Folk Collection, Vol. 2

1995

corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on

Oh stay at home with me, dear

Night Moves

Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band

FM

1978

I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly renown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points

You took a mystery and made me want it
You got a pedestal and put me on it
You made me love you out of feeling nothing
Something that you do
And I

that shit a mystery Don't ask for that list from me 
You outclass they ass and surpass em that's instantly 
Just know that like you there's no other bad

my hands and seek
And what a journey... I couldn't draw a plan this sweet
I'm Inglewood living, minutes from the pad to the beach
And though the rent

something was sweet
It was a mystery once or twice I guess it repeats
Every day becomes night, every road cannot be chosen
No, we have to learn to discern

a sweet Mozart Symphony
I fell in love with you 
Or maybe your toxicity

I guess I was a little self destructive
Yeah, it adds up
Should've seen your true

flow in my heart
This is why I shall never part
Always giving up the praise
Such is your sweet embrace
Listen to me when I say
Let me see your glory
By

a bonafied hustler
Bonafied
The air's a little lighter when you're cruising by the coast
Hold on to me tighter cause there's still a ways to go
Checkmate baby

Cognitive dissonance little nigga cuz life is a sport
With oppositions in competition to put meat on fork
I'm out here lurking right now nigga trying to eat

Skin is your tie to me-a sweet little go between
Connecting the things I keep to the hidden in you
Darker or lighter we all crave that simple heat

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starting a party
Crown the new champ like lombardi
Out of sync getting little cocky
Can't paste it if you can't copy
Midnight can't see nothin no lights call

with a brick, knock him off the list
Call me John Wick, with a little twist
Coming with them hits, hardly ever miss
Givin you his presents like I’m Saint

unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on"

"Oh, stay at home with me, dear Willie

Despite my own stubbornness, still ask the hard questions
Still putting up for who I am, no matter what the trouble is
I'm guessing I can be a little

funny honey really I’m classy little Barb

But I am eating rappers like my body’s needing carbs

I tell Black Lives Matter when you pull out the Black

feeling sad and lonely
Because Left Lion gets all the attention

In Market Square there are pubs, shops and cafes
And a great big bell called Little John

Well he was born in the country inside of a barn
Just out of town on a little old farm
He slept in a manger with the cows and the sheep
Sweet Mother

I rolled right up to her front door
That sweet little angle oh my Lord
She got a smile could stop my heart
Lucky I am to get this far
Come, come along

just a little loco but I like it like that  

She like it rough and she like to fight back  

But I'm too sweet baby where the mike & ikes at  

 

She

fucking hate that
Fuck that bitch ass nigga who made Drax
Fuck the Gaurdians of the Galaxy
Fuck that little bitty ass squirrel
Fuck that fucking big ass

on getting money
Gotta full plate
Still life sweet, I'm tastin' honey
Hopppin' on my face
I be callin' her my lil bunny
Uh
Maybe a little far
Listen to bangers

I just bought this beat called 333
I once thought I'd be dead in these sheets
One day I just stopped thinking completely
About being caught by police