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The musicians play along, taiko drums and gongs
The lady of liberty sings a new song
Time will tell should it come true
The wish I made when I tossed my coin into

those former loved ones
This cacophony of silence is deafening
How long until this fucking fat lady sings?

Would you mind (welcome to the butchery)

She's a lady of the sea in an ocean of his better days
Under her blue bemused by his weather change
Tether frayed anchors, keeps him at bay
Whenever

I'm the juuling kike
The only thing your blue eyes deal are lies
Half-gay (half-gay), splayed and boring
And I'm still ignoring you

But I'm proud

She knows every bird by its song
Tends to her flowers as she sings along
You've never met a lady so kind
But when it comes right down to it she'll

I been out on the highway

     more than a time or two

I'm Looking for a bottle

     and a place to sing the blues

Every back-road bar-fly

knowing the deal)
I'm chasing the red, the blue, the green (X)
I'm going for alla the millions (Yea, let's go)
The fye by my side, I'm taking a ride

Job ain't finished till I get the ring
I ain't heard the fat lady sing
I ain't good with the humble thing
Know you peep the diamonds how they glistening

SUM FOR THE LADIES
Man after all the pretty girls in the world
They still can't compare to shawty ima tell you why
Sitting On an island fine dining

rides
Blasting All I need to get by
Did you know I sing like Tammi
In the night time
Macky these Marvins
Letting this little light of mine shine
Freaky

I tried things your way, fought 'till the bitter end
I'd rather break my back than break my heart again
Now I play for the gents, sing for the ladies

And I sing my blues, and I pray my fears, just to be by his side
But how can I let him run down, how can I let him run through
And do it all night,

take that baited hook
We'll help you see clearly again
Well it ain't over when the fat lady sings but when the gray one chokes
Forced by the judge

nigga
I sing, I ain't trigga
I'm actually a money flippa
Blue bills gone in a day
Re up now I'm getting paid
You broke lookin like a stain
At the club I

Last night, when I woke up
I was shooting pool with Lady Luck
She bought my soul for a measly buck
She said all she ever wanted was to dance
I asked

the afternoon 
She sings sweetly an organ grinder's tune 
Finally recovered from last year's round of bye-bye baby blues 
All I crave today Some love in

Ladies & Gentlemen
I introduce to you
New age rap Minus 10 eyesight
With a little bit of psych
And they call him
Mister
Mister Mic
Forget the roll

major things like when the
Fat lady sings in a boxing ring, that's it
Way too peppy for how lonely you are motherfucker
I don't know I guess I'm okay by

I saw the blue sky turning cold
And stopped to smell the marigolds
Couldn't see my lady go
Much less to keep her close
In all this there's a higher

handyman he keep them tools on em
Im from the East Big Blood but I keep them blues on me
We be playing with them sticks like we sponsored by Sony
And I ain't

Asaoff's on the beat you know the 808 is proper (Yah)
I make your shawty sing, yesterday she joined the gospel (And that's a fact)
Now she's banging my line,

sing "Oh Nellie!" 
Sunshine smiles and a round full belly

Round full belly
There's your belly
Oh Nellie!

I knew a man by the name of Grady
Fell in love

I know you Are the one
And baby you're just for me
I wanna keep true All the way
I wanna sing to you some blues, Let's switch it up and play some jazz

Yikes
YFN
Every time you hear my music

I need blue hunnids when I hit the scene (scene)
Don't need twenty models from the magazines (zines)