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never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

a girl so white (So white)
I want a girl here all night (All night)
And she so white yeah she so white

All that I saw in the jawn was you
And every song

to feisty, could never write like me
But sometimes I gotta let it go

It's easy to make a song, it's hard to make music
Easy to write a verse, hard to find

gone
I know by end of this song I'll be alone
I just rolled me up a wood now Let me in my zone
Sometime it feels like the world got the best of me
Feel

I rap bout my life, off the top, I don't write songs
See me when you see me
Told the little bitch I don't talk on phones
Got up in her face, had

and
California looks like a dead town
You know where I'll be found

Yeah, I'll be the ghost on
A hilltop overlookin' plains
With the coal smoke steady rollin'
Off

the noise
But ever since I met you, I-

Listen, boys
Maybe it's me
But that's just not a
Hum-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mable melody!
Write more, work hard-

on their knees)

Wise Man 2:   By what name are you calling him?

(Dramatic Holy music)

Mandy:        Brian.
Three Wise Men:
	      We worship you, Oh,

Close to the Edge: The Solid Time of Change/Total Mass Retain/I Get Up

Yes

Yesstory

1992

the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.

III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe

In her white lace
You

Rolling Down the Hills

Carly Simon

You're So Vain

1981

the rain
Have you seen such hair?
Well let the wind play 
As you're rollin' down the hills with me

People who have no hills
Write songs about plains

gettin' money or ready to die
B-I-G, give a fuck if you Chi-Ali
You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me
Do the job, better known as the Charles

bounden by the rails
endless stream of words with no meaning
Written on scrolls painted in green
To let your mind wander blindly
To let you write your own

winter, when the fields are white
I sing this song for your delight 
(Matter-of-fact) only I don't sing it
(Hushed) I took a kettle large and new
Fit for

Outro

Drama

Hood Music

2006

Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this

(Georgia)

Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue

I'm so damn nice
I hand write raps that's crack
Klu Klux Klan white yes your ass an A-Rab
But you not the Taliban type
Cause you ain't never pop off

I write some songs & sing some other tunes that nobody really knows 
But I need to hear you singing loud with me and see you dancing on your toes

help to ease the pain
Take a plain white piece of paper, and write the words all out
Then you crumple it and light a match, and when the flames burned

Don't Stop Rappin'

Too Short

Greatest Hits, Vol. 1: The Player Years, 1983-1988

1993

song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin

Be Thankful

Kam

Tha Eastsidaz

2000

thankful 4 evrythang you know
You think it's eazy bein me na hold on dogg
Let me explain sumthin to all of y'all
I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no

Ice Cube shit, fuck the po-po
No, Ice Ts, Coco logo for that bobo
So road, roll on the low low
I know most won't pose for the photo
Boardroom full

so bitter
So many times I had thoughts of giving up
But most of the shit that I do for my sister
Going to school, come back in the house
Write songs

Close to the Edge: The Solid Time of Change/Total Mass Retain/I Get Up

Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe

An Evening of Yes Music Plus

1993

the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.

III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe

In her white lace
You

as you can, nigga

Plus, that's in my top three songs to perform

Live performance of RUN in Paris, France
You gotta uh, you gotta follow
Direction watch

Apologies for the slight man
Never meant to feed into the power of a white man
Keep the flower in my right hand
Smoking til my plain white tees