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wide open
It's shotgun shells and old pump rifles
Fire and brimstone thumping beat up Bibles
I need to take a load off, Annie, so I'm going
I'm going

when it's watered down, it gets too weak
Sloe Gin Fizz or a Blue Lagoon, same song, different tune
An old, sad melody goes down smooth and finishes clean

gettin' old
But age don't mean a thing
If you ain't got that swing in your soul
In your gold - Rock n' Roll!

Ev'rybody's lookin' for the good life
I'm just

one side of my heart
And these days the great depression brought on by news
I found this old record Jagger singing like God
Internet down church lights

smart, so mad, everyone thought
You'd be a goddamn millionaire by twenty-one
How long can you talk about the same old thing?
Strangling your words every

not everything that glitters is gold
But lo and behold, this sort of rhetoric is old
King Solomon wrote it and then you read it in his scrolls
That it's

was holding me back 
Old chick telling me to relax 
But I got to explore the sea
She dont care cause she cant see what I seek

In the deep waters tell

But it feel different
When it got real  But you don't react
And ain't heard from no one
Who known me back
Before packin' the navy blue Pontiac
Before

Bundled in the back on the bookcase 
Muze to the Sikk 
Imma read through this 
When I bomb I press 
Got Indy Heat Records on my MF checks 
I don't

physhe
Saying the same things a dozen times
She will make me firmer
Strength By strength
Now as we get older
I got no where to hide
See if i confide

It

Sunday morning I jus' woke up in my favorite bed
Different location but I promise they all feel the same
Sun beams are breaking in
They smoochie

(JC on the track) Sunday morning I jus' woke up in my favorite bed
Different location but I promise they all feel the same
Sun beams are breaking in

to my crew
Fuck all yall niggas who say I dont like you

[Bugz]
Im a brand named guy
Who loves to stay high
Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size

and time
Aliens is you and I
Eye see through your facade
Ha Ha
Nice try
Think you a nice guy
Come from a happy home
Water always staying on
Got cable, TV,

yesterday's happiness
Reminded by the ghost's old cries
But life's a train with the same destiny for us all
We'll learn to fly
Cold again cold again
I breath

Over there ya got that same ole shit
Here ya don't
Oh, no, you don't, gimme that, back
Now you sing the blues while your eye's black
Don't need

Super Sideman

Kenny Price

Charlotte Fever

1971

and drums and I tote my own mikes
I got forty-eight outfits and a dozen hats drive my own bus if you can dig that
Got my number on the wall at Tootsie's by

Killing my old self so the new me can breathe freely (freely)
It seems easy 'til you're hindered by your sheep thinking (ayy)
For three evenings, I've been

through
God I hope I see it through
I'm over it
I've been dealing with the same old s***
It was kinda fun, yeah I'll admit
Until you left me in the dark

to succeed

And I pray that this rap ting works but I guess that the time will tell
Studio trapping time spent well but bros still trapped in his same old cell

and freestyle mine
The soul is an old story but the body just re-write time
I breathe high, sigh!
Shocked at the chain of events
That unfolded as Mother Nature

same old, another day
Hung up on the words that you wanna say yeah

I won’t let All the little things bring you down , No

When you’re berry blue
I

we mad expensive and shining bright
Crown Jewels, Stuart Sapphire sounds cool
But I ain't paintin' this town blue!
Black Prince Rubies around you
I

and traffic signs acting like we can't read

If you see the red and blue then I really gotta d-d-d-dip
Damn, this weed be silent but deadly
Got people asking me