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by the asteroid
Killjoy to a fantastic voyage
O, blues brother, where art thou
I'm Dan Aykroyd and the band's null and void
Distorted out the noise

plane, I'm F-22 times higher, sky fighter
Still don't get the memo? I'm flyer

Too bad, so sad
You, should have known better not to mess with me
So face

I'm young and I'm positive
Two things that I've never not been, but
Growing up in a world so cold
It made it hard for a kid to not lose hope--
Am

What Ya Wanna Do?

Ice-T

The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say

1989

mess bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear your record you never made one
So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike
We're the MC's

they be trippin I don't listen to that talk boy
Hammer by my side like I’m a mutha fuckin cowboy...
Ima bad ass nigga
Keep a bad ass bitch
Fuck around

I wish that I could tell time to stop by
cnd hand me all the memories stored behind
Rewind into nostalgia
Clear all the mess I've made
Then just sit

these people, 
Have made me who I am
These people, when I mess 
Up don't give a damn
Yeah these people
Know me better than myself
They care for my health

my back that you made,
You walked yourself right over my grave.
I should have said. So can I admit?
In my defense... your life's a mess, I think you

you won't mess with the money I made
If I'm on your block better turn up the speakers 
This the September anthem I don't need no features
We rock

the bag
You've just been livin' a dream
I need it my way forever, forever
You know I don't mess with the dreams
I want it my way, from Friday to Friday
I

a brand new page in the morning sun
So you're made to parade with the mess you made?
Well, by all means

If I followed you, I'd be lost too, that can

sentinels and bots
I toast to my fellow oxen mic connected to the aux
Below the levels by a notch I'm over head and headed by the blocks
By the simulated

sentinels and bots
I toast to my fellow oxen mic connected to the aux
Below the levels by a notch I'm over head and headed by the blocks
By the simulated

taking my time
I could not mess up I could not be rushing
I'm all alone my cousins they locked
It aint nobody out here I'm trusting
I been the topic I

Polk Salad Annie

Tom Jones

Tom Sings the 60's

1999

mean vicious woman)

Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack

man
And dissed too many exes, when it should get laid to rest by a bedpan
Shit maybe I’m heartless, a drama setter
Fuck everything up and pop nonsense

This is do or die!
Gotta pick a side! (GO)
This is black and white!
You cant ride the line! (NO)
Devil been plottin on you
Made you part of his crew

the rest (Hey)
Yeah, my life's a mess (Hey)
So think twice before you try to
See what's inside my head (Hey)
Any time of day
I'll punch my fist right through

Bout a bag till my last breath
Told 'em get it together for Denny
But they made a mess
I should call this shit a stress test
Pressure let you have it
I

(I'm going off the wall, my mind is cynical
Colliding towards a cluster fornication; I'm a mess)

You keep peekin' over here trynna look upon me
You

welcome the feeling; I'm hopelessly alone 
In a wormhole made from lethal fear 
All color drained from the stratosphere 
All life's been cursed by

If you ain't happy here 
Then you're stranded

But I'm anxious as fuck
I think all day and by night
I can't take it 
Discombobulated  
If we ain't

to go my own way
On the day you'd phone it in
I won't be there to help you swim
Out of the mess you made
You give your heart to wonder why
What you'd

You lost your job, it's overseas
Being done by pre-teen Vietnamese
You got laid off,  just got the boot
There goes your boss in his golden parachute