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takes him by the hand

Ob-la-di ob-la-da, life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on

Desmond take a trolley to the jewellers store
Buys a twenty

bright
George Romero got flesh right

Bite it off so easy
Fragile and surrounded by a cold endless night
George Romero got flesh right

Grew new flesh

Board your doors here comes hurricane George
I know we've had a lot of cold winds blowing
Poles are melting from the global warming
This forecast is

and waiting for me to find

Favorite record store
Break On Through by the doors
I got Rubber Soul
Say hello to Lennon and George

I love the old style
But don't

floor

Slowed...falling behind closed doors Failed...watching her crash and burn Stranded...hands glued to the whipping post Save my heart, before I start

George "Jones" 'cause he jonesin' for them roses
And he gettin' all them girls 'cause he put roses in his poems
I guess what I'm supposin'
Is I'm not down

to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important

bones 
Taking shots back listening to George Jones 
If drinking dont kill me its on 
But if it don’t kill me it’s gone 
And ima make this Friday real long

Mistakes are your greatest gift told by a Jones
Life's loves hit the pause as the future postpones
Humble yourself in spite of the sword
But is the cost

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

Just Another Band from L.A.

1972

(dear lord) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar! 

By two o'clock,

the same way
Hang up my blues by your fire side
Yeah yeah yeah
Please

You walk in the door, singing no more no more I'm saying please
I used to dance

I tell your bitch, "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masturbate it!"
Don't catch feelings man 
How she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin' like

said she want that paper
Pop pussy like she workin'
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I'm swervin' (skrr-skrr, skrr-skrr)
Fuck rap, I

Ol' Doc Brown

Bill Anderson

Country Music Heaven

1993

He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly

gonna make ya wanna wash your truck|Open that door as you help her up|Take her downtown spend all your bucks for a kiss or two| |CHORUS|Some are gonna

door
Don’t even try to call me “fam” again
You made it clear you don’t care about my mans and them
But tell me this
If it was me would you care then
If I

broke off
Stopped replying she knew she lost me,
Back then I felt like Mike Jones
Now I'm feeling like Boston (George)
Making plays and they love me like

a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich

takes him by the hand

Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on
Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life

you got something to say

(George Watsky doesn't need a fucking MC Name)

Verse 1

If I go spit a poem

If I go kick a flow

Doesn't really matter man

check
Or give my rights away
The jones's at my door offering me a place
They call it a haven
Should've seen this coming now I'm seeing shit like I'm raven

We Are Soldiers 

(Written and Performed by Michael Jones)



V1

We’re nearing 

The heart of the hurricane 

We’re nearing the eye in the storm

Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was

introduced himself
He heard a man yell

Chorus
Don't play any love songs
Mistrer play us one you know is strong
One by haggard, hank or jones
You'll get