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aint just trapping
I’m James Lipton I got a question for you niggas acting huh
Whatever happened to making music and being you
Drunk views for every

Kalandanya music promotion
For everybody  that we lost

Just when I thought we made it biggie tambopangako ka money
Almost everything  we needed

Night Miss Nancy Ann's Hotel for Single Girls Burned Down

Tex Williams

A Man Called Tex

1971

Now Miss Nancy Ann ran a boardin' house with a faded sing that read
"Single Rooms For Single Girls No Men Allowed" it said
But rumor had it that

bitches ain't for me
I do not Know what 
You want from me babe
I got good weed 
And I got good drank hey 
Pull up on me 
I play good defense
What you gone

Because the glove doesn't fit
Wanted to kill myself before but guess I'll stay for a bit
Shout-out to Abbey, James, Jesse and Kathy
If not for Evan, Dave,

right next to you
Booty slaps by the pool
No neighbors hey heying
Cause they all run for cover when we start foreplaying
No take out allowed, give me back

by example might as well be your father figure
I felt the drama for a sharper picture
We're the fade gang, better switch your guards like some barber

Oh this a stu_b beat by the way 
Haha
Bitch bitch bitch
YEAH, ha
First imma talk some shit 
Provo cleaner than some surgeon kits
DVO fly, y'all worse

I'm taught is mine 
But is nothing more than a constructed playground for frigid capitalists
The body is a vessel for change and redefinition
Adorned,

on the month
Made it all back by the fifth
Get a bag then crunch
Ain't nothing to me Nigga double up
Cause I be in field x and o
While you niggas huddled up
Then

or love it USG on top
Fuck up the shii 
She be wearing my glocks
I drink outta ov the bottle she drink outta ov the cup
Double or nothing im stacking it up

The wheels spit up sand into the out reaching hand
For bloodied David suspended in his own glare

And there, little James Dean in his leather jacket dream
With

now they wanna ride
(And) now they wanna slide, blow bali in the ride
But it's only room for this cali by my side
And Cali by my side when I'm fuckin

Now before I go and kick it
I'll try and paint a picture for you with no brush but it's still so vivid
I'll tell you 3 different stories to decipher

CHOCOLATE JESUS
(by James Room. Written by Tom Waits & Kathleen Brennan)

Well I don’t go to church on Sunday, don’t get on my knees to pray.
Don’t

[James Nichols from Bowling for Columbine]
Some people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that
Were here and they were shaking in their

Tyrone

My Morning Jacket

Early Recordings, Chapter 2: Learning

2004

I'm getting tired of your shit
You don't ever buy me nothing
See every time you come around
You gotta bring Jim James, Paul and Tyrone

See, why

I'm gonna be a rockstar some day (Aye)
For my dreams, I cannot stay
I'm gonna go so far away (So far)
So far away
I'm gonna be a rockstar some day

change for fame
Baby you know the rules

U niggas cause friction but listen I see the vision Still cooking up like moms kitchen
I'm on a mission 
James

of the box before you knew Tony James
You in it for the fame
I'm in it for hall of fame
I'm balling and I take your same
Holup
I'm balling like I'm Norte Dame

full of what if  maybe's
Checked the king  james version of the book
Who would betray me
For the shoe that fits sheds a clue to truths arrangement
But

Dreaming by any means necessary
Yeah
But
But I'm more Malcolm than Martin
More Murda than Marcus
If we kill off the ego, it ain't nothing to stop us
1000

Joanlee - ”H.I.D.I.”

Written by: Joanlee

VERSE 1: 
I see a bigger picture for a particular lifestyle
Things coming together and adding up like my

Synapses shit
Channel 0 shit
I got nothing else left to say other than, fuck all you worthless pieces of shit I hope you all fucking die and burn in