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Money on My Mind

E-40

The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil, Pt. 4

I'm solid and I'm laced
But if you spit in the wind, its gonna blow right back in your face

Bosses love me, lames don't like me
I don't want them

Still no pressure
All on my line like a bill collector
She could be dime and I still won't text her
Right my wrongs had to clean my messes
Don't

gin
Priest J-Ronin omen's cloning
Roaming with red coating
They vanish in the wind

I make fresh rhymes daily
Many styles
The collector
I got a lot ...

you cryin' down where the river winds
You said you're off to find what's calling you
And the river sang and I felt the pain
And away from me you flew

I

She Belongs to Me

Pajama Club

Chimes of Freedom: The Songs of Bob Dylan

2012

standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles
She's got no

Speed across the sky
Nitros oxide feeds the ever lasting high
Twin jet interceptor
Insurgent kill collector
Night fighting fire breather

Ten

to steal her anything she sees
But you'll wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
Yeah, she never stumbles
She's got no place to fall
Well,

Oh do you want to go dancing in the dark cold night?
Pick me up and spin me around like a little child?
The stove is hot the wind it blows
And we

She Belongs to Me

The Blue Dogs

For the Record

1999

before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
You will

to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall
She never

Taking pictures of the boys

Passed out in your bed

True collector till the end

You burned your bridges well

With games of kiss and tell

Left me

to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall
She never

Ghost Story

Deadman

Real Americana

2003

Somewhere between Heaven and Hell.

Waiting for the day to come

The wind howled and began to moan,
the lamp flickered and the house groaned.

and downs
I don't chase
Let my time come round
And that time is now
Over analyzing everything again
There's more to lose when I'm caught up in the wind

to wander
That the dams about to break
Tell me why I talk to them
If I gave up all my faith

It's probably aliens or something
It's not the wind and it's not

Sparkles before she speaks

She's a hypnotist collector

You are a walking antique

You will start out standing

Proud to steal her anything she sees

You

baffled by what you call reason
On a far off cloud my soul is landing
Running from you feels like treason

And the tax collectors are standing by
Waiting

cheddar getta
Haters get a taste of my sweat via the wind
Im Summa cum laude of the class that's always rowdy
Little Woodys never win when I do they say

broke
Anything to never be broke
Highs an the lows, as the cold wind blows
No heater just closed windows
Had to get this shit on my own
Bill collectors

sitting this one out for a while
With the covers over our heads asleep with ourselves
Influencers you follow will fall out of style
And wind up as dust

The smell of pie the wind had blown
To every collector and person of throne
Like piranhas to blood and pigs to the mud
They took all my pie, they took all my

I remember the wind blew and graced my skin
I felt the love once more again
For the first time, I felt you close to me
Broken melodies use surround

Equipped with a billion quills on the back
He's dancing with the wind
Tough skin with scales
Sharp teeth
Smooth and dextrous with the wrist
(Won't he stop?)

Animosity the only way to greet greed
Wind in my sails, but it's just a breeze
Big thank you to the ones that I tried to please
That's a lesson that you