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Dream Life of Rand McNally

Jason Mraz

Tonight, Not Again: Jason Mraz Live at the Eagles Ballroom

2004

only took a couple of Marlboros
Oh but that was all they needed and the criminal was soon defeated
And now in jail I'm waiting for my punishment

only see my son through a FaceTime call,
He a thousand miles away and it's all bad,
It's all bad,
Yeah it's all bad,
I wonder how I got on such a lost

Goodbye mum, I might just die, 
I might just die 
 
So he asks me
So, what is the food of your people? 
What, do you mean by my people?
You know

I ain't never ran never will
Y'all fall for anything I'ma only stand for what's real
Y'all like running backs careers short in the field
Touch what's

count
She like how a nigga talk
Bitch I'm from the town
Fuck blowing out that hookah
Woadie hunt them down
Kick a nigga all up in his shit
I'm a punter

Christian Dior, bought some Louis V
That's on my neck, got a big ass chain
Feeling like T-Pain that's on gang
You is lame, "he ain't really got money like

sent a savior
Im sent to save ya
I conversate day to day
Thru faith
Wit my maker
By fate
He put me face to face wit you fakas
Addressing em all
Knowin I

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice

Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

but was keeping the biggest slice

Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept

a knife, now I got time on my hands
Don't slow my treasure in this life, I know it's all made of sand
It's struggling just to survive, I got a list

clothes smelling like dank
I done had my battles with addiction
I been getting high since my momma was a Christian
Put it in my songs they dont listen

My dawg inside that 4 by 4, he just caught home invasion
Rich or not you know a nigga ain't changing
Flashing all this money, if you knew where I came

In the Late Night Hour

Ice Cube

Greatest Hits

2001

the underground
Fuckin' pig wanna act like he like me now
In '86 same bitch tried to lock me down
And motherfuckers wanna ask why I'm cocky now

To all

I got that power y'all
You ready Lets get it

Its living bread
And heavenly wine 
Body broke Blood divine
Christ Author of life 
Who died in strife

on yo boy
But tryna claim he street
You ever say my name in yo song
I'm punching out ya teeth
Me and my gang move just like the army
We flood the fucking

didn't want no note
My brother keep telling me he coming home
Flights outta town we gone shop right in Rome
20 In blues I showed him on the phone
Sometimes

Lately I been stressing lately I been stressing
Tryina keep it optimistic tryina count my blessings
But y'all be condescending in the comment sections

the weed
Purple in my cup I sip that bubbly
And the money in my pockets it be stuck to me
Yeah I got my cape on
I'm a hero
I got all these commas but I'm not

still come up, Short
I sing a song, In the tune of, Keys adorned
Won't stop for scorn, Can't afford
When opening, More doors
Than locksmith chores
Natural

way through it, yo
So quit that shit, I'm the epitome of dope
I came in and hit it with the Water and Soap
I bought eight hundred dollars of equipment

contagious
His voice is contagious
This song is contagious
When he's thinking it contagious
When he's writing it contagious
When he's rapping it contagious

dressing
The bussy needs salt, bae, and pepper
Your homie won't sing along
All of my gay songs, he can't even handle the nectar
Hot and so sticky sweet,

coffee dashes out the door
Luckily she was on time for her bus ride
Got in walked to the back sat by the window

As she's listening to music she's back

singing to the choir
Let me fall back
Then I fell on my knees and said oh
Lord please a young fella need help
Told me He was all I need
To love everybody