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Come get hired, few goons ride the five
Keep that 4 5, they go spray about, 5
We gon' drive, 4 wheel drive in the middle of the night
Kill dreams, call

in place always gotta go, whoa
.....I was born to be a sinner 
My heart's so cold I sweat up in the winter
I work so hard I'm always late for dinner

Go f yourself

Everytime I think about it
Makes me wanna be about it
I work hard to get this body
Cause someday I'll be somebody

Everyday I've been

gasoline
You know I'm on them toxins
My bars Chicago drive-by's
You boys just out here boxin'
She throwin' pussy y'all fightin' for it
I'm just Randy Mossin'

never work
And she sucking me up in traffic might fuck around hit the curb
My favorite opp just beat his case I swear to god I like that
These hollow tips

gon' notice?
Last time I got caught I got bailed by Capriii
We were cooped in that jaguar
If you saw me right then I'll say
I'm all good but good ain't

Leroy's Dustbowl Blues

Del McCoury

The Mountain

1999

Leroy was a farmer and an honest man 
Would have lived in Oklahoma all his days 
He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land 
But a hard

a wifey and my children by the pool 
I want to have a mansion that I chill in with the crew
I need to pay my bills and I need to get some food 
And I swear

three now that's a bargain (yeah)
Carbon fifteen in the spig, I was starving
(Brrrt) seat clutching, ribs touched
Burning cigs by the carton
(Where we

enough to get around in your hometown
And it's hard enough to fuck about when you're so down

You're bullshit and your lies
They caught me by surprise
Oh

into a crusher
Heartbreaks & heartaches, the end of every summer
The game is sold, never told, you get the picture
Rest in peace Patrick, I deeply miss

to walk cause I'm so fly
My musical genius is only beat by my philosophy
So if you ain't tryna work bitch don't talk to me

Cuz everyone I know is

the time, I was lost, distracted by facades
I couldn't lift one finger, without the help of God

Damn right, I love the life I live
I appreciate the past, it

on a cross He took my place
He did it all
By His grace
It's not by works that anyone should boast
But through His blood we are in God's fold
The plan

If rap ain't never work, I still be pushin' plates like Applebeer

Yeah, I was in the trenches with my Glock, rockin' Hilfiger 
Player ass nigga

through the surface
Hold me now, is that alright?

Cold coffee in the morning by your cigarettes
Did you forget?
I might have seen the worst in you last

the belladonna
Watch if you wanna
I work in that Castellano lisp
French Resistance, Oxford comma
Get press like I'm all cuff and collars
Winter's brisk,

stadiums,
I deserve to brag (yeah)
Conserve my efforts and put in work for that
It's an urgent task, proceeding, concealing my demons like a surgeon mask
Need

in Texas Like sandy

Fucked the bitch man i know She cant stand me
We aint kin niggas
Know we ain't family
Chopper DDT a nigga like Randy
Gift wrapping

weekend away
Remember Michigan – cold as hell – hugging up the love we felt
Time goes by so fast
But – your – aging – just - like this wine in my glass
So

There was a time in my life where I thought about the easy way out
A time where I couldn't see past the doubt
The heartache, the pain, the despair,

heartache
And the long, lonely hours
Start wearing me thin

Baby, I can feel the night
Baby, I can feel the night
Baby, I can feel the night
Closing in

Get

Lying on a Beach

Joel Plaskett

La De Da

2005

at the computer screen
Feeling so alone and obscene
Getting restless
Getting randy
Getting mean
Lying on a beach in the sun
Looking for a little romance

reveal yourself to me
Go forth before me renew my strength put pride on the shelf for me
Used to chase heartaches I didn't partake in moving stealthily
Now