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All stopped up
Trying spit
Rapping on the track
With my nose trying drip (Drip drip)
Chill like
Views from the six
No six god
On the block
But a boy

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

Merl Saunders

Fire Up+

1992

Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train
'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and it tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65, we

Po pierwsze robię taki wjazd że wszyscy robią hałas
Po drugie jak się komuś nie podoba niech spierdala
Po trzecie to ten track jest po to by z nóg

An alligator far from home
Underdressed, no choice
Tired and close but not quite there to feeling like I'm whole
Can't keep track of what I own and what I don't

once
Could fool me twice tonight
Cuz I was on the right track
But now I'm back again
Right back where I was at
When I was just a friend
And I know that

While losing track of quantity
His reflection shows a crack
He needs help getting back
He's got a see-through crown
That should be gold instead of brown

back
And get on the track
With me

You never chose the easy road
Yours is a story seldom told
A storyteller never knows
All the places that he will go

trail
Because he's always by my side, he never fails me
Whenever I have a video attack
He's right there by my back keeping me on track
So if I bug out

the record) you know he's down
His name is Jazzy Jeff a/k/a Jeff Townes
Commandin the cut he's always on track
He's DJ Jazzy Jeff and he's a cut maniac
So for

Byrd Gang Money

Jim Jones

M.O.B.: The Album

2008

gang money.

Reminiscing on my first slant,
By the time I was sipping on my first Schlitz
Hit the game, I started as a look out,
See the fly cars that

got my back
You won't let me get off track
If I'm down, you pick up the slack (mm, yeah)
Took a solid stance, we're both in a trance
Saw my plan,

I'm still gon' try my hardest
Fuck a state of mind think I'm better by myself, I don't need you now
Adidas track, and I got a fucking strap in it

Time flies I was lost in my mind
Always lost track of time searching for any signs
All I saw were silhouettes of dreams and memories fading
Of all

Step off the beaten track
Choose the side roads
Watch your step
There's nothing left to hide
I'll stay right by your side
It won't take much to travel

We found ourselves on the fast track to nowhere
And poured champagne
The wiry lines climbing up both your eyes
Are pinkish and strained
But you're

too
And I wanna grow my bag my pack
And I keep on dropping track by track
And I heard your latest song it’s whack
Cause you just take a nap by nap
And I

help 
Echoing sounds making music 

Passed by while others fell 
Now we're two on a ledge 

Will you come to my upfall
Are you down when I get the call 

I know it sounds pathetic
It's just a headache
What else can I say
I sent them up to bed
The words I said
May they be gone by the light of day
Oh

When I'm in the corner I'll go to my paracosm 
And if you're not by me I'll go to my paracosm 
I can live my sleazy life, I'll go to my paracosm 
If

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plastic ring I bought
When we danced out back on the railroad tracks
The memories of Seventeen
The way we felt that midnight high
I've searched the country

begs the question:
Did we meet in a past life, and do more than pass by?
Talk until we missed our flights, lost track of time, getting drunk on airport

Let your daddy danceSee you daddy danceWell I'm so
entrancedBy the barefoot brideAs she gave her handAnd
loved like no otherUnder the coverOf

Hear that train rollin' down the track
Passin' by this old shack
Whistle blow and it blow again
Just a lonely sound comin' through the wind