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Mudfootball (For Moe Lerner)

Jack Johnson

Hit and Run

2000

you
Meet her by the sugar mill after school

We used to laugh a lot
But only because we thought
That everything good always would remain
We used

bare
I'm good at what I do
No S.O.S signals
When I illustrate flare
Gun in my name
But I don't grip one
Get one to your face
If you threaten my Mum
Think

You were born to be lucky when it comes to your chosen field, profession, or career
You will receive good karma when you're mature, ethical, stable, and keep

you know I’m

(Hook)

The most ironic thing about this is the pattern,
That you’d think you’d wanna change but yet you still would choose the ladder,

Four Strong Winds

The Band

The Last Waltz [Box Set]

2002

way.

If I get there before the snow flies, and if things are looking good
You could meet me if I sent you down the fare
But by then it would be

Just Like Me [Album Version]

Usher

My Way [Clean]

1997

good)
Late night calls, I bet you do it all
Anything to get it off 
But you still persist to front on me (aha ha ha)
Baby, tell me

Why do we play

you now?
Would the silence speak more than words could ever say
I don't think we'd speak and our eyes would do all the talking
If I could find you what

lucked out
Wanna jump and shout
Wanna dance about
Wanna thank the good Lord-ay
Oh yes I do

Cause the signs go on and on
And the miles just seem so long

trailing from you and they swimming right behind you
The hood no good everybody think they riding
Until you catch them slipping put some shit up in they

Mao Tse Tung Said

Alabama 3

Exile on Coldharbour Lane [Bonus Disc]

1997

comes—”

Oh—

You got it. “Change comes through…”

“—through— by a barrel of gun.”

That's right, senior. And that's good. ‘Cos you by rights would

I've been dreading sitting down to write this song
Cause i know that when i do it means you're really gone 
I've been putting it off but it's time i

meet a nigga
And you can ask about my facecard, call your bitch would leave you, nigga
And we can spin the block like CDs or DVDs, nigga
T-O-N-E, nigga

best
And I miss the way you send me good morning texts
When I have my doubts you told me I could do it if my mind was set
On working with my music

would prove it
I wanted to hear that I was the only for you
But instead you did when I told you
I was so good at playing tough
I ignored you
When really I

something you could do or say
Something to make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talking anyway
Don't think twice, it's all right

And it

Dancing as the needle moves
Not as if we fully free to choose
I believe
Die by beliefs if you don't believe in truce
Some want to die when they receive

change, how do you grow
How the fuck am I supposed to know
All Jokes aside, I'm searching for my soul
Me and my wallet we never fold
Y'all some damn birds,

Gothic Chick

Twiztid

W.I.C.K.E.D.

she bent over I seen her thong had a playboy bunny
I'm like look here hunny I'm in to
Crow & all that shit I was standin out here watchin you shoppin

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Help Me

You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else

Put on your

I'm back In school writing love letters
Do you want to be my girl yes or no to you this my love letter
I wonder how our life would be girl I want

feel good?
If the body is your home, what does this home look like?

Now think of one specific activity that is good for your body and that you will do

she left the room I just looked at you from the cradle, yo
Like, she literally wouldn't even let me change your diaper
And what am I supposed to do

If I Could

Wiley

Chill Out Zone

2011

Certain man you see and they are not in the good mood.
I just let the world go by and I'll pace it,
If I draw a good picture, then another can trace it.

going to succeed

Space is out
In your head
Do you think
It's chemicals?
Do you think
It's magical?
Would you lie
And say there's no god that rids you