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There ain't nothing that Big John Studd can do about it!
You understand where I'm coming from?

I am the Slithering Face
And soon you will bow

Flying on a broom, super stoned, magic throne
Haters are my clones, fucking lames, go back home
Posted down low, John Stockton to Malone
Eat

Yeah, ATG, John Doe, yo, yo, yo, yeah
Ay yo, I got a story to tell
About a boy who held his mother very, very dear
She took drugs and she ain't

a move without thinking Can't make a move without thinking
I've been lucid dreaming
Steady talking to myself
I sit down home alone
And think about my

and yet nothing was said 
You cannot address me as enemy
You cannot address me, you're lacking a home
Surrounded by people not backing the growth 
They're

Oh sometimes you feel alone
And you want to go home, you want to go home
But there's somewhere out there that you could be
Creedence and friends,

Old man in a nursing home
Family left him all alone
Stares vacant at his coffee cup
Just needs a friend to lift his spirits up

If you'd just take

Ed

King Missile

Happy Hour

1992

primadonnas danced in the streets all day
But when the darkness came, everybody went home. 
I was ready, everyone else was asleep. 
And while it may have

strive to stay occupied
Methods, I got various
I'm revitalized when I'm back
Into the chariot and then I'm whipping home
Alone with my sickened dome
IPhone

was alone

Never had no pot to piss in
Had to make it on my own
Now I'm grown, put it work
Get that money by the trunk get a house
Bunch of land

the same old way
We’re just running out of love.
 Verse
Here we are again alone at home tonight
You've got your smart  phone, I’m glued to my TV
I wish we

your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by

Twenties
Left in '29, done with our budget
Well, January 5th of '33
Old Cal died at The Beeches, his home
Coolidge
He brought prosperity by leaving

about getting by

I survived, came home a different guy
So don't make me be the man that I used to be
I can snap back like that just when you got used

like seven billion Truman Shows
Can't escape this new fate yo
PDA make the gun blow
Everywhere that I go I'm just reminded that I'm all alone
Waitin' in

a gun, that's okay, we got guns too
Do a drive-by, we just shoot through the sun roof
And that bitch is so bad, but she said that I'm rude too
You ain't

on your name
It's loud, consuming pride.
Do you feel it inside?

“To just be” to be alone, this is home, 
In these words, philosopher's poem

Changin' my

in the midwest
We sure do like stayin' on home
We still like pickin' we ride them ol' trucks
We prefer not to be all alone
We're a bit Midwestern
We

that came out of your mouth 

When summer break is long since gone 
cnd it's work all year from night time to dawn 
By the time you get home you pass out

Baby now stay with me
v1 I saw you standing in the corner,
 looking so broken and alone, 
my emotions got the best of me, 
before I knew it we were

the God I made it home
Swervin' my Fleetwood Brougham
Muthafuck a chaperone
I left that bitch alone
Usually I make it right
But not tonight
Keep a spade

2
Hunted, hunting, so far from home
Lesson, listen, You're not alone
Though need has grown, You live unknown
And someone's moving way ahead
You ain't

Ya Know How It Goes

Grand Puba

Reel to Reel

1992

to call my own
Ghetto prone I guard the zone like the kid from _Home Alone_
Type of style that flows for days it's like it pays to save amaze
Now I be

split no bullshit once you get hit
Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads
If you strict catholic
You're Arabic, King of Nazareth
I'm John Huston, listen