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him chopping wood in these said mountains
Along with his albino runaway lioness from the San Francisco animal prison, Keisha
Upon meeting him, he had
Morty's silent
Was just in San Francisco, the home of the 49ers
Miami Dolphin blanket, crossed the backseat of my Scion
Once upon a time I was the man my
Summer is going everywhere
From the West to the East Coast
LA New York San Francisco
Chasing waves and endless days
Of having fun, having fun
Take a soak
I dey see, I dey see solo
Omo they can't beat us, oh no
Omo the evidence go choke
Flew into san francisco and then to ivory coast
I do not deal,
running out of town to San Francisco
A lot of this is my fault believe me I know
Every day the fog rolls in so cold
I guess I need you with me disappearing
home
Or at least San Francisco
Let's put a ten on the high card
And spend a summer on the west coast
Down and to the left
Here's the map and the pen,
About the Authors:
Kiara Shankar is a talented sixteen-year-old author and songwriter from San Francisco, California, USA. In addition to writing,
conjunction, my brain can't seem to function
But I don't mind, it'll all float by, just a point in time, waiting to die
Once I lived in San Francisco
rock the strap to match my tennis
Ain't no killa but if I'm tempted -
I'll squeeze it 'til it's empty then I pop another clip in
Rather be judged by
The Last Waltz
Searching for the Winterland
Entered San Francisco bay
In nineteen seventy six
On Thanksgiving Day
Sorry Rick
I’m late for The Last Waltz
we they just don't give a fuck
They just don't give a fuck
I gotta give my fuck offs
Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department
Fuck you
Francisco
Watch over loved ones and old friends
I see them through their living room windows
Shaken by fear and worries
I want them to know how I love them so
Smokin' and ridin'
Smokin' and ridin'
Smokin' and ridin'
I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo
I put her on the road with
comfort in her time of need
You knew that we had plans for San Francisco in September
But I didn't see California in her eyes
And by the end of summer,
of the tunnel
How did we get from the blue lamp disco
To cracking up in San Francisco?
I look at myself in a sober light
I'm not Elvis but I'm alright
I can
eaten me alive
And California
You will be missed
Then I was on to San Francisco to where my brother roamed
And after 15 years apart he made me feel
forty days
Drinking nothing but Perrier
Dinah drove her Chevrolet
Into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio
She's a Scientologist
Amaranta,
got a sample for you
Loop this:
[circus employee talking]
Step right up! Step right up! Let me guess your weight
I just flew in from San Francisco
to Devesio
Canadegua, all the way to San Francisco
So what you know about the hoodies with the def-one tag on the side
We coastin' by while these cats
style on a bearskin rug
Up and down stairs in the back of a limo
On interstate 5 on the way to San Francisco
You make me go crazy baby
When I see
a little vacation once in awhile
At the Cable Car Hotel, San Francisco style
For three nights and three days
Jesus hung on a boom box while it played
Every
style on a bearskin rug
Up and down stairs in the back of a limo
On interstate 5 on the way to San Francisco
You make me go crazy baby
When I see
easily
I'm pleased to be, the man hundred grand, the tan Lands
Now my Clan's doin tours in Japan and San Fran-cisco
liver than disco packin nickel plated
a man in San Francisco
he told me he did the same thing fifty years ago, he left his gal behind
he sits there in the park one hand is strumming his
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