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feeling like a bond, but you know my name ain't James man
Drown the path of righteousness that I just fucking claimed man

They must be going deaf cause if

meet you halfway
Look for the lights
Down by the bay
Everything will be alright
With James Taylor
On my mind
And the easygoing lines
That speak to me

Yeah uh
Freestyle stuff
Um
Alright let's uh
Let's do it

My mom says I'm a good hugger
Your girl says I'm a good kisser
My fans say I'm a star like

Pot smoking, quite apart from being illegal
Is a problem
The psychological dependency generated by pot
Is probably it's greatest danger
Plus the fact

Hazel eyes accompanied by a cotton candy lit skyline
Upon my peaceful gaze
The birds started singing "everything will be alright"

Darling I rest my

to give her the D
I'm like the black James Bond
If they get my government name wrong, I just tell 'em that it's Aa-Ron
When I was hungry, I would catch

yourself we ain't rivals
Put that on the lord put that on JC and King James bible
Touching Gold like I'm Midas yall can hold my vinyl

Now what is this song

of bants, it was fucking mean
Could of swore that we did it alright
Never in my mind did I think that I might
Watch you fade away right before my side
In

Joseph James"
Sometimes she'd get us
To close my eyes
And she'd say "Imagine
Worlds beyond these Skies"
She told me once
"Michael, it's alright to cry"

of Jacob
Y'all gon' get what's comin
You hurd?
Alright
Talkin'
Bout red pottage
Talkin' bout Flames
You you needa cook don't you?
You you you needa cook

All That Jazz

Breathe

All That Jazz

1987

that Hollywood jazz
Keeps them moving on
All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz.

By a pinball machine a young man runs his fingers through his hair

it's fire fore I sparked the wood and now it's good
Lavizzhh
Alright
Yeah
How they let me in the building I came with the ones that I grew up since

trust my guts
Friend would do you bad but not bad as your blood, you need a hug

Let that shit out, know I'm by your side thug
It's okay, yeah I'm okay,

feel like Screech
I'm saved by the bell
I feel like LL before the ladies love James
My uncle told me that this pimp shit a cold game
Use your codename

got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with

So Fabulous

Little Brother

The Listening

2003

I ain't met the motherfucka who can do that yet
Why their played out rhymes remain odd
I stay cool like James Todd and still remain dominant

Up in

to Barbados
We can travel out to Lagos
We'll be poppin' like ayo
We can ride first class on the plane, girl
Wanna drive that ass to Mexico
We can chill alright

your arms, chewed up by animals

(Verse 8: PMD)
On your mark, get set, ready to go
Green light, checkered flag, time to get that dough
And ayo, in

think is cold, grab the red dot sight
The loose leaf that I got, gettin' shred all night
Momma knockin' at the door, is everything alright?
Talkin'

baby)
Say you'll remember (Oh, baby)
Ooh, I will love you 'til the end of time

You went out every night and, baby, that's alright
I told you that, no

like we're James Dean
It never works but God loves a trier

One more
We're back up at the bar now
One more
Not seeing very far now
One more
I swear that

About 5k
Alright, where is this guy at
At 382 North Westeron Street

And any specific date?
Sometime this week
Alright
Heh, that motherfucker Rick will be

One More Chance

Zebra

The Best of Zebra: In Black and White

1998

I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you

Ever since I won you over
I been on your shoulder, cryin’ and cryin’
Alright, so maybe I also took pictures
And left footprints on your neck

But I