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I remember back in october
You had me strung over
Your left hand in my right
Wishing i was sober
Head on my shoulders
Time with you always was

You Got Me High

Calvin Richardson

2:35 PM

2003

my way (really had my way)
(You'd stay and play all day)

[Chorus:]

Go head with yourself
If it was up to me you'd be by yourself
Go head with

to lay my sword down
Never thought that I'd be here
Mixed feelings every single year
That goes by
But one day I'll fly

Forty hour week with an off day day

N 2 Gether Now

Limp Bizkit

How High [Original Soundtrack]

2001

the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)

I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over

Day by day, monotony

I reside in two separate worlds
One a self imposed purgatory
Slaving over all of my sins
To turn around and sin again, sin

Freightliner Fever

Boxcar Willie

Country Greats [Masterson]

2001

Shreeveport, Louisianna
Dick Curtis got hung up on a hill in Maine
I pulled him over with my forty-foot chain
He got the fever
He got the freight-liner fever

screaming in our heads[02:48.70]Does anybody else feel the need to vent?[02:50.79]Because we fought for the right so we might as well use it[02:54.24]Is this

feel low
I'm hangin' by a thread, don't know if I'll let go
'Cause I keep fallin', fallin'
Over the edge
In over my head again
I'm so damn low

the opps in traffic
I let em have it, he said them niggas over there was having
Why he contemplating donating plasma
(Big D-O-T-I still at the grave with my

where I soar
Who Been checking the eye for eye score
If I bought all the supplies, would you buy it from my store
6'2 now, but back when I was 5'4 I

can't speak
Even though the words dance around in circles over my head
So I'll go down to the water instead
This river can't float up hill and the prayers

the fuck over
Year seven my mom was murdered stabbed fourty times
The person that did it was dear old stepdad, he slit his throat, do I
How the fuck am I

blocked
If they step a foot inside of my lane
Ima bear wit it
Have u thinkin im gobert wit it
I'm at they head so much they gotta wear fitteds
Inclined

chill

I’m sorry to inform you
everything is over
The President is dead 
Nuclear winter is upon us

I can’t find my mother
I can’t find my father
Oh god,

my suffering
Suffering
Suffering
Remember that song that we bonded over?
Playing it over and over
What was it called? It was by the borns
Oh baby it

Bad News

Danny Brown

Welcome to Los Santos

2015

take it
Boy I'll turn ya' to a raisin
Just to bring home the bacon
For me to see heaven I would need to meet Satan
So my heart so vacant
My mind's

stroked by the sun 
You hear me….. RUN!

Wanted 
They want me dead 
They put a price on my head 
I collect the tears they shed 

Love
To be pitiless 
Run

the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, I get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?

quickly get blocked
If they step a foot inside of my lane
Ima bear with it
Have you thinking I'm gobert with it
I'm at they head so much they gotta wear

Well sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture

better stop! Stop
You better stop!

Oh, hello Mr soul
I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my
Head is the event

your two cents bitch
I know I'm a mess
I been swerving drinking forty's
Got her lips around my dick
I Pull it over let her know that
We gone handle right

(biatch)
Then let Wayne Head take the bitch (biatch)
It’s Gudda Gudda yea

All I know is… raw Dizzy:
Is got my hustle on, get my grind on
And keep that iron

the consequence of your childish nonsense
I can make your head explode just by my lyrical content
Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya
I never liked