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Trying to write one song to
save the world but would you listen to me
if i got my name on MTV
There's so many bands and there's so many songs
what

stare at the sun
And you'll be looking in my eyes, homie
Stand for something or fall for anything
And you working with two left
Feet at the skating rink

Big Ego's

Dr. Dre

2001 [Clean Digital Version]

1999

Los Angeles approach control
This is Cessna 0281-Echo-119.3, over
Cessna 81-Echo, Los Angeles approach control, roger, go ahead
Cessna 81-Echo is

I got a beat in my head won't let me get to bed
When I sit down to eat it goes right into my feet
Makes me wanna sing along, so I'll have to write

three, move it, whoo
Off beat, uh, yeah, watch my feet, yeah, whoo
I'm bout to just go lose it, uh
Like somebody slippin' x in my juices, uh
And now I'm

night long
Saying lets get that summer rollin
I was just like you
Dancing to the kick drum
Tapping my feet to the wing's of time
Bringing me pure joy
Day

(rich bitch)
I bought my mama a ghost, like a Casper

Livin' life fast on a speed boat (Keed talk to 'em)
Yeah, I'm workin' by one, but got three more

Song For Shelter

Fatboy Slim

The Best of Fatboy Slim

2019

take deep breaths
And fill my lungs with the rhythm or the bass
I get deep

Now it's about three and I see people goin'
Spinnin' jumpin'

Louisiana Man

Doug Kershaw

The Cajun Way

1969

my papa and my mama and me

The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's

curas on Sunday fifteen Cuban minutes
The end is out of sight
So I'll meet you by the cannon
On the Malecón tonight

It started in Havana in

[Lil'Flip]

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip

Mario said to Tico
I have a longer telescope
'Cause mine's five feet and yours is three
So mine is longer by two feet
We go hey-o, who has a longer

Dawn is approaching
It's 3am
Dawn is approaching
Miss transience
I feel I feel I feel I feel
So real so real so real so real
Inspiration so fleeting

movie
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Truly
Fucked up situation
I won't let it move me
Touched up inspiration
Time to get groovy

I been on my own

the blues
Then at a quarter 'til noon
I'll leave wet socks in your room
And then you'll laugh like a fool
Say my feet smell like the moon
But you always had

In My Dreams

Crosby, Stills & Nash

CSN

1977

instructions that I can see
To steer by

Stick around it's tricky ground
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home

Two or three

simone
Life is so solarpunk, keep green by my chrome
I can tell by your choices that you dont value your life
Squeakiest voice and girls dry as bens wife

You know I wanted to when this was all through
There’s no inspiration here
Would you be my muse
Or just an excuse
Oh when this was all through
There’s

Crabs In A Bucket

Vince Staples

Big Fish Theory

2017

a black man's hands and feet
Put 'em on a cross or you put 'em on a chain
Lines be the same, he don't look like me
Rollcage on the GT3
Had a show

make my way to the golden land

We've got seven souls on board this train
On a wild ride through the mountain rain
Ten-thousand feet up toward the sky

I fell asleep
How many days has it been
Since I left this place
I watched these fields
Grow smaller under my feet
As I left this place
Was it a dream

at the threats of despair?
Or you clumps of hair
Bows binding your feet
Make your plea “a wooden coat” space for three
Every hour – the sand fills up – the glass

It’s like lyrically Big and Pac
Man if they friendship was cool
Motherfucking jams we making until
The skies turn blue
My view is by Badu sitting

write till I'm off my feet
Every record my writing only got more neat
Put pen to paper and turn up the heat
Getting this bread on the streets of Crete