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the lucky golden ticket
Finder number five
Found some money in the street
And just wouldn't u know
You got an old man dancing
He's your Grandpa Joe
You got

Thought I told you already I'm nice with the flows
Super rare couldn't find me at the Trader Joe's
Lately what I'm getting back is my inner piece
Old pairs

I went down to old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
They were serving drinks as usual
And the usual crowd was there
On my left stood steely

my moves
I just learn to adapt
I right my wrongs by writing songs
That tell you how to react
In almost every situation you just gotta relax
Take some

If I can raise a few quid, it will be used for the strike hardship funds.

This is an old union song by cunt Molly Jackson, circa 1931. I have added

'Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
And the songs ginormous, the whole formula's switched
'Cause we don't know anymore, what are hits

Durry La
Man, fuck that old ass song, bruh
I don't think you know how serious this shit is right now, bruh
This my last song ever
No one is safe,

Written by: Hugh Prestwood

I was standing at the counter, I was waiting for the change
When I heard that old familiar music start
It was like

fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
East 14th
Roddy

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

Young n**** but I got an old soul, I'm just living life on a tightrope
Last name king so I'm coming for the throne, I'm just living life

My Ireland, you are the river rush
Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush
My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's

by the name of Joe
Said " To Coney Isle, dear let's go,"
Then Nelly Kelly would fret and pout,
And to him I heard her shout.
chorus
"Take me out

real lit
'Cuz every time my pen moves I'm exposing all the real shit
Like every time I drop a song I get a text like real quick
Like Pablo what the fuck

Single Life

Rugburns

Morning Wood

1994

jackson
Song about a boy with a really nice bike
This single life, it sure is fun

We'll snort some cocaine in the bathroom by the condom dispenser

War

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

song
Cause it may not be long (we ain't promised tomorrow)

I try to help out my fellow man sometimes get yellow-hands
Scared by darkness, searching for

Coconut Sam, the Music Man
The leader of the Choir and the Band
Singing his song all day long
Brightening up the world around him

Sitting in the sand by

Coconut Sam, the Music Man
The leader of the Choir and the Band
Singing his song all day long
Brightening up the world around him
Sitting in the sand by

before I wake and bake, I hope Danae is straight
My parents safe, my bro's awake and I can travel along
Jotting the illest lines to a classic rap song
Hit

Black Americans voted Joe Biden in
They wanted to relax our kinks
They'll just use some lie again
I get it they pacify us
While they passing by us

My Kind of Music

Ray Scott

My Kind of Music

2005

that bad

Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson
And she said, "Didn't he sing that song
Called 'Where Were You'?"
I said, "Yeah, but girl, that

cold to get your flow extinguished 
Gonna need a linguist twisted off the old English

You said I wasn’t gonna be shit
She said I’m gonna be nothin'
They

and new
12 years old on Eminem beats
From that moment I never pursued
Came home quick with song ideas
I brought home lines and homework too
Verses grew into

snow cone
Master like Leroy with that old song and the glow on
Yo home shit's deep cause God told all his peeps to go long
Gold members who fold figures