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is my excuse to get it on
I hope i get along

Now I'm headed down to the park
where my froiends say they're getting kind of high
on the beams

Angular.js was like staring into the sun
Laying down seeds with a promise
Spring awaits a little son named thomas
Life goes by so fast
Boilerplate is a thing

pond in the meadow.

Billy the Bird saw the Duck, so he decided to fly down and pick an argument
with him.

''What kind of bird are you if you can't

strong
Baby girl I know it's me what you want
So don't play hard you just tryna taunt
I can tell by the way she walk she bougie
She another one of them she

SO SIMPLE AT FIRST IT WAS HARD TO FOR SEE
THE IMPENDING COLLISION WITH REALITY 
BUT IT SOON SEEMED TV TURNED  ON IT SELF
WHEN ""THE REAL WORLD"" CAME

the boy
Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh yeah

He said he wouldn't get led around, or caught up in the games
Or end up in a gallery, of faces with no

how
They shoulda seen the bull when
He funked the cow
He funked her so hard they saw some smoke
He said
Let's get in the bed and funk like folks

And get to work with the creation of Babbage
Now I'm going on a rampage
On my neander turbo diesel engine
But sometimes I'm sitting down and binging

a Falcon, Cougar or a Mustang
Me and Freddy B used to hit the turfs
With a bag of tapes putting in work, bitch
In '83 you hit a house party
A dollar get

My sound is resounding
Lean into a peace of mind
Fuck I'm Italian?
Make these bitches oh so nervous
Get a Valium
I make the that bitch jump
Now turn up

there and I can hold you tight

so if times get hard and you're feeling blue
baby, I'll be there for you.
It's funny how the years go flying by
now

grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
They had two sons, Stanley and Perry
They go together like

Another old colonial comes with a hard luck story

"We had a big plantation 
We had servants 
A smashing view of the jungle 
These things belonged

stand up
Get shot with ya Hands up
Persecuted for taking a knee
The ghetto is so hood
The hood is so ghetto
Overstand the difference
Only when ya lived it

Terror Squadians

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena [Clean]

1998

the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till

stuffing—gravy without muffins
I’m all alone with EMPTY LOVIN’
 
I’ve got to get up—and get over it
I’ve got to start my life brand new again
Get out

wrong
But I'm just not brought along
So now I write a song
But what have I done wrong

Where did I go wrong
Where do I belong
I don't want to put up with

to find it
So many nights
I can't describe the way I'm
Feeling inside
Something ain't right
You gotta move with your eyes open
Stay focused
Know that you

There are no vacancies
For lazy arsed complacency
The lost opportunities
To mis-heard immunity

So many sheep get side tracked
By hollow words

know I'll kill anything to come close
I'll be your protector, let's get you home
Let's get you home let's get you home
Let's get you home

It's so hard

would you come in
All that I know girl is I wanna be with you till the end
I'm alone nobody helps
It gets so hard tryna get up by myself
And nothings fair

Play That Funky Music [Live]

Vanilla Ice

Icon

2014

Movin' and groovin' trying to sing along 
All through the ghetto groovin' this here song 
Now you're amazed by the VIP posse. 

Steppin' so hard like

Sniper

Harry Chapin

The Essentials

2002

never seemed to change.

He reached the catwalk. He put done his burden.
The four sided clock began to chime.
Seven AM, the day is beginning.
So much

Whenever you're tired
Don't you ever fight back 
You fight forward
And I'll be by your side
Always....

Tagging along with the bliss
If I can get that kiss