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Saw the greatest applause, I made a couple of calls
White skinned man mad I'm winning, he'll go bald.
I'm so appalled you had the balls to doubt me
You

my babies
Brown Queen and she a lady
Two strong beautiful black kids
Where I leave off
They goin take it
Young God
Young King
Young history in

lookin like me everyday killed by cops
And I'm supposed to just laugh at that
And how you think my dark brown skin is black
Two days later I come into work

caused by his ill-advised
Prophylactic cocktail of hydroxychloroquine and bleach while sniffing glue
Quick, throw him on the gurney, let's go 

Yea yea yea

this on pluto
My mind is the sharpest
But I got a screw loose

Pour out a forty
Then sip on a fifth
Of brown potion
Then roll up the green of the earth
I

your too chatty
She knows I like her 'cause she's golden brown, short and got the batty
And I know she likes me 'cause I'm eighteen
And at the top

heights
I think I need to live more life
I hear they loving what I write
Act like I pay no mind
I'm sure by now you understand
I do this to unwind
Mind

tavern
By the Salvation Army
And the plumbers supply

The old downtown mission
Has John 3:16 painted
In all capital letters
Above cans full of trash

But

The Ballad of John and Yoko

Unlinked Artist

Hits of the Beatles, Vol. 3

1997

the plane into Paris
Honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say
You can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain

Christ you

The Bastard Sons of Enoch

Shriekback

Into Topological Space

1996

Cain decked the angel said "fuck you screw"
Shook the garden's dust from off his shoe
Then he walked in the desert a mile or two
He came

Jack:

When the candles are out,
When it's cold at night
You walk by and about
With your lanterning light.
With your knife in the raincoat,
With

bout my dough
Two minutes in
And I really gotta go
You the Type hold me back
I already know
Lookin' for a brown bitch
So I can say hello
Slushy like

But a lot of the music on your label is predominantly you, or produced by you
Well, anything goes through my label, I'm gonna put my firm hand

[Verse 1]
Brown eyes, made your way towards in front of me
These days, things don’t amuse me, oh I’d rather leave
I’m done, chasing nothing, wasting

on your two's, yeah
Stay on your toes, yeah
They'll try to control
Who else gon fold? Yeah

I've seen this happen before
Chasing the fame and these hoes

hit twenty-two
But by then I was through
Every system

Wishing I would've listened
And paid attention
To them old heads wisdom
That they  was kicking

Doc Brown,
Got your back to the future,
These streets I ride by memory,
Don't need computers,
The only place up on this earth that I don't need an Uber,

Jon Hamm,

You know it won’t kill us, just one more time through Tilles

I’m assuming that’s where Santa will land

 

He’ll be greeted by our two

spirit saw a lot of scary things
And I'm scared they go hear em
Inner thoughts let em rang
Imma sip a little serum
Pink Floyd in my brain
Break the mold

never drove a big red shark on the pacific highway but I did once own a 2CV that I bought for four hundred quid from a widowed man in a brown corduroy

My wrist got VVS,
Yellow diamonds dancing down my chest
Your girlfriend is impressed by the way I talk
Yeah I make her wet
Got too many racks on me I

Slurp slurp Towing that ass Jo je ko gbon
Thugga a socket with so many plug ,
Never broke these two ,my word And my balls
Product of pain Life bitter than

in a fairy tale
Sex drive now she got ha hands on my steering wheel

She got that round and brown I call it caramel 
Make it go round and round like

outside of church

 (Verse 1) 
Might be the Bobby brown of CHH But that's okay 
I ain't looking for no validation anyway 
My last relationship ain't go