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Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking

the bantam waiters (BUST)
One tribe trapped before the season ended
(ended) lore to Earthworms, the string game
Paddle upstream like Bronx bound 6 trains
Tryna

But he know what time he on
Nigga could never be for me so I guess you just my sneaky link
Sneaky Link, Yeah you just my sneaky link
Nigga could never

The feind caught a seizure
Supreme dark achiever
Ain't coughing cause of covid boy, just hits off the ether
Might hit raw and leave her , but I won't link

Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy

A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright

Tom Petty's gone
And I'm long gone, and
How am I gonna make amends
With myself for never

This holiday seasons got me feeling alright
On December 25th
The family that you're with
Is the one that you never see
There's your crazy uncle Tom
With

reason
I just be high for no reason
And I just be high for four seasons
'Round here you can die for no reason
These bitches on diets and vegans
She

4 Seasons

LL Cool J

5 Classic Albums [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs

link is all we gone be
I can tell that you a freak by how you throw it on the beat
But babygirl I would just rather be low-key
Kus
Its hoochie daddy

brag how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret
I rock a vest prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus
In a Lex, watchin' Kathie Lee and Regis
My

Aye
Woot
Bodega Babe Season All Season For Four Motherfucking Seasons
Yuh
Aye
Woot
What you gonna do when you link up with a bad bitch
Cash double up

Jerry Garcia
Steve Earle, Jay Farrar and Bob Weir
Ramblin' Jack, Tom Paxton, Sonny Walker
But Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker

define you
I pray that you fine you
Assume we've been
In quarantine like
Foreign kings unbothered by
Traffic on our platforms
As far as streams
You harvest

All my niggas playing god boy I'll remove you from this earth
Nah I can't get a job ya I'm on fraud & moving work
Think that I'm Bob Marley by

Now It's On

Tech N9ne

Vintage Tech

2005

tom selleck
Advisory terror sick of losin' money in harrah's
Mic assassin like Anotonio Banderas
How many niggas you know I bust style
So ambidextrous

Here we've got Avatar in the house
We've got Tom in the house
We've got Evan somewhere
We've got Lucas playing the bass I think
Wait no that's Tom

deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like

the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my

the seasons
Find the balance and keep it even
Got an ounce of hope
They call that heathen
On a road we call that teasing
Man I feel like Willie Beamon
Cuz you

here
The years rolled by and the Babys did come
A little Anna-Belle Lee, and her brother Tom
But then the droughts rolled in, and the hired hands went

the fam
Please don't me ask me bout my bands
Got a problem I'm yo mans
Bob the builder with these hands
I got new vacation plans
Every time I wanna enhance

I just got a quarter in this bitch
Wassup
Trying to roll a Bob Marley
Fuck a spliff
Wassup
Got a little bad bitch with me
Take a picture
In

what I'm bout

I bet (I bet)
That Katie can make your bitch back that ass up and bounce
My fist (My fist)
A Kilimanjaro by the way I keep rocking it out