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You say I should act like Bob
You want me to do the dirty job
But I don’t have time for your silly games
It clearly seems we don’t have the same aims

Get up in the morning take the covers from my bed
There's sunlight in my eyes playing tricks with my head
I work like a dog on the job every day

But they're not so I guess we're screwed

Don't like your job? Shit outta luck 
Pre-existing conditions and now you're stuck
But they're not so I guess

Annie waits
By the telephone
He said he'd call
But she always knows that he won't

Annie waits for her bus to come
She's been at the stop since

LAKE SIDE



I take my shirt off in front of others 

I slouch it by my former lover 

It's the first time in a while 



Peanut butter and some

right, homie, ain't nobody waiting on your next flop
Hit a 360 for the one like an Xbox
I've been going hard in the kitchen, it's a Sweatshop
Got the tunes

yeah they knew me well
I rode out a lot a lot of times on that Oregon Trail
I rode out on a dinosaur names Yoshi
No Life 360, and our screen time was mom

I put the cogs into the box
And then I’ve got another load
After a while, my arms’ll get tired
And then this job will blow
But I could be replaced by

I had a mind to bide my time
Singin' with my own
There entails by the fireside
A feeling so at home
But the days rolled by
And I didn't get it

sun 
Stress fills the air 
The nerves lie bare 

Blood stains the floor 
A job behind closed doors 
This naughty mouth is shut 
A man vomiting his guts

the same

I know you want me to know
What you're doing tonight
Who you've got by your side

But I don't need you to show
It's not my job to care
Cuz you're

Walking to Jerusalem

Unlinked Artist

Hits of Tracy Byrd

(Sam Hogin/Mark D. Sanders)

I dressed up in my best
My Ropers and my vest
And waited by the door with these roses
Till you came walkin' in

the X, Helly Hansen
Foggy night, hustle 'til the sun up
Stumble in synonymous fuck around
Found your leg by the Gowanus bridge
Over do it, send your penis

Melting slow within
My head begins to spin
The sleet, it brings me home
Still I feel alone

Figuring out my flaws
Half-assing my stupid job
When did

lame
Bitches really be playing games
Opened up my heart to this girl
But she didn't feel the same
360 red ring of death
Bitch I feel the pain
Kurta Clan

360 for a snake on my waist
Jacking my style ya copy and paste
Niggas hating cause I drip like Atlantic
They the ship I'ma sink em Titanic
She threw it

That's all, is that really everything
Let's say, we all have a normal life
We have a job, a bunch of friends, and once or twice a year we go

He's been looking at good times
At his desk, 3am
Memories swept by the ocean
And washed away all of them

Those Cuban cigars won't make things any

I had the torch in my pocket
Been had the fire just forgot it
Hope the seeds get moisturized
By the pint sauce god droppeth
The etching in the stone

wrote it and they reread it, know that my words matter
The concept of manifesting, Victorville where you find me at
But I ain't looking for no 360 you

Sometimes I cant jst imagine
How would life be without God
A world where everyone goes astray
Buh he still got his eyes on us
It is still by his

a skeptic
Have another bong hit and go on reddit

911 was an inside job. You're Stupid Please Shut Up!
Rape culture isn't real. You're Stupid Please Shut Up!

Winter Wonderland

The Scene

Now That's What I Call Today's Christmas

2012

build a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say are you married?
We'll say, "No, man" (no, man)
But you can do the job when you're in

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