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one came back again

A lavish recycling trip
A delicate receivership

The granting of new jobs
Flesh covered thing-a-me-bobs

Head shots by dead shots

time to use it?
He don't wanna sell his life to you
You know, he'd rather have his time than a bob or two

But you can't find the money for your rent

Ode to Billie Joe

Ellen McIlwaine

Up from the Skies: The Polydor Years

1998

"I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased

the crowd
Baby I got all this money, and everything you need
If you could please just take your clothes off

That ass bouncing like, whoa
That ass

pay
Trust me, your airdrop will be coming, soon, any day
Directors of Handshake, you know we the core
Contributing to Handshake, it's never a chore
NFT

He ain't the type to evolve,
I'm better than ever, whatever he wanna compare and dissolve.

Vendetta involved, he wanna be extra,
Act like a shark in

be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be

Son, sun is on thick, thick
One thought coming up quick, quick
Wishing that the days would come

when I'm on the road
Pushing to the limit they wanna see me go slow
Accelerate
Grew up by the lake
Great Ill state of mine (My city ill)
Great God

wanna hang
lean on a brother man
outchea living like the son of man nigga damn

outchea with my dawgs and i'm finna let they muzzles off
turn your world

next thing you know
Opportunity knocks with a thunderous force 
And you know that it's gonna be yours 
I've waited my whole life to be breaking down

'm restored I wanna see more
Wanna explore, standin by the ocean shore
It looks life heaven just opened it's doors, shinin on me
I'm like a diamond homey

I Don't Die

Joyner Lucas

I Don't Die

2018

B-b-bad to the bone, everybody wanna be so motherfuckin' bad 'til they ass be alone
Now you back in the cold
And I'm laughin' at every single fact that

like Bob, not Marley
I'm on so I gotta have my cake like a party
You be on some shit, in love with her body
She gon' fuck the whole crew
You gon' say I

Ge- Geez SpongeBob
You know that you are my homie
But I'm worried for your health
Because your belt is looking boney brah
But you may be right
This

I wanna play at
Red Hat and Walnut Creek
Where people gotta stand ‘cause I sold out the seats
Where people wave their hands and bob their heads to my

Barney, bitch, my gang is gnarly Speedin' in the foreign, pussy good
Think her name is Lauren, math in the bag Tom Brady, I got Patrick on me, 45 rails

Cop

WELCOME TO THE LOVEOLUTION  ( Composed, Arranged, Produced & Performed by Toby TomTom ft. Mac Mittens - spoken word)

(Intro)
Este suficiente?

to your appetite?"
Said "I've been standin' over
This hot stove, cookin'", huh
"And you haven't touched a single bite"
No she said "That fine little

from them
Curb your enthusiasm
Carrying this load
I would have back spasm
Which personality
Would you have for them
Chose a mask for them
To be continued

your head let it roll
No more will our bodies be in control
This is where we pay the toll
When I'm out of sight
And out of my mind
The last thing I

she wanna have my child
I ain't got the time or the money like i'm Tom Ford
What the fuck bitch i ain't got the time for it
Thinking that we owe em

Put your hands up

If your being possessed by the R.A.P. God
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
If your being possessed by the R.A.P. God
I'll let

no be mate        

Because I’m being generous, you see me as maga?
You want Range Rover, I look like your father?
Asking plenty questions, do I look

The bitches love 'em, wanna see why?
Keep on yackin' and I'mma kick back by
Kick her daddy and chest and
Buss 'em in his eye
Dumpin' all your homies that are