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life in the wind
And I would fly wherever you would swim
I couldn't stand by you, or anything

Because you're my treasure
Awe

One less move
Ooh
Low move

Polk Salad Annie

Tony Joe White

Soul Shots, Vol. 6: Blue-Eyed Soul

1988

momma was a workin' on the chain gang
(Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of it)

Polk Salad Annie

Sleepy LaBeef

Beefy Rockabilly

1978

on the chain gang
(Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of it)

Polk Salad Annie

Tony Joe White

Swingin' Country Favorites

1989

momma was a workin' on the chain gang
(Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of it)

Bet y'all didn't think I'd ride this one huh
You know who it is
Rose
Gang
Clique
So this is what you wanted, something to break your neck to
A little

in my Gucci mane
I have not a stain
And this tee not made by Hanes
Helmut Lang Helmut Lang
What the fuck
I'm just saying
I be in my own lane
Skrrt
In

I promise to take the weight off your shoulders when it's too heavy
I promise to be there for my sister when she's in need
How you gon' turn your back

Tonight the scum dance and I got all my
Money on the one with the lung cramps
Little rat in the maze
They score him on his escape
Sorta likes the attention

reign and niggas look a little bit under the weather"
I said that in Poundcake
But you know in time like fine wine my lines get better and better 
Grab

Bentley truck I got wheels

Whoa... Chills... I'm running with a bitch up for the chills
Selling drugs man I'm selling by the pills
When I knock a sad bitch

I'm downing this beer
The essence goes back thousands of years
While you bound by this here
Simple matter meditate above the clouds and the spheres
Not

have to cry sometime too (REPEAT 3x) Oh didn’t I didnt I didn’t I...yeah

Rita J Verse 3:
How can you help your brother who just get it from his mother

on going and ya tippy toing ya know matter a fact aye
Your heart is broken into little portions and emotions stolen by these niggas hoping that you never

Pedestrians need not apply, little guy

Now ya say there's dogshit on my sneakers
Guess I better run tell the deacon and the preacher
Toppin me, toppin me,

I got lost in time in the land of the land of the lost and I've lost my mind
Don't press if your not gonna play and don't hit stop cuz you can't

the honeys on my phone, don’t be acting rude
Wonders of the World I’m on fire
Married to the Game man until I retire
Little Brother 'bout ta bring it back 90s

On the earliest scrolls
takes toll on ambition
When you stuck in the hole
I knew work was admission
through the dirtiest coal mine
The diamond's hidden deep in my

quick
With my brothers I could split with
Minds twisted, When we sip and get lifted
Never enough weed you could be equipped with
We just like to party

feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't

Yeah
Okay look
I'm still way better than you
Your rhymes aren't tight, you should buy you a noose
My rhymes on flight, I don't need me a crew
You

'm on four flats
Pastor P! Chiraq, where ya' at
Real talk, the streets need a pastor
For the master, I'll run a little faster
Everybody wanna judge your sin

low
Unpredictable weather out here, might snow
See I live with good intention, all the cons and pros 
Sure the company you keep match the ratio
1 to 1 -

him take a squat his little toes are pointing higher
I’m walking out the squad you Mandem told me he’s a buyer
Cooking with the rhythm like chicken in

tales 
Of 9 irons to the rib cage
Dished by a brother
Fed from the same navel
To the grave
Tales of the time 
You bit me like a dog
Times I looked in your