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flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho

lucky they saved by the bell
Killing my haters I send them to hell
My flow impeccable slicker than Gel
Hand out L's like I'm giving mail
Presidential whip

Picture Me

Dave

Six Paths

2016

a snitch, nah I couldn't ever think of that
Picture me with a baby mum
That didn't wanna see me blow
So she let my talent go to waste like Robinho

I've

stories etched by her luck,
A symbol of a world now gone,
Her memory, we carry on.

In St. John’s town, she drew and told,
The ways of life, the brave

She used to walk on the park
Knew the beggars' names by heart
Could rest easy under their protection
She used to bike down the road
With her eyes

down, I'll just say something, when she walk by
Like say hi
(Say hi)
Right on time, she walk by
(By)
I stop her, I say hi
(Hi)
My name Dee Lo Gray I
(I)

I’m done I get up out it
Me I’m native, American royalty
So she feel obligated to spoil me
Man that’s kush in my peace pipe
Shorty lucky ‘cus I’m not

IF SHE WERE HERE
CHORUS
 If she were here, This house would be a home
But she’s gone, And I feel so alone
I’m talking to these walls, 
But they’re no

she see my diamonds
She loving the racks that I'm stacking
The gas that smoking, by the boat load
Damn, neck wrist in water
This shit on fro-zone
So

like it strong like gin
So that her eye go dey spin
Me I never see oh
Gal gal gal gal
I don find my gal
I no say she no be a sinner
Cuz I be her John

of the moment when all she had to show
Meant a faith-enhancing astral pirouette.

[Chorus]
(Even though, long ago, I was so enchanted by him)
Oh no I don't

like a hunter
That spirit sparkling four young souls
Preparing us for war
Life's got big plans for us I'm sure
She's unlocking all the doors
Known by

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Sliding through your city, whatchu on bae?
Been a long day
Run it up, I'm tryna put yo on, bae
Pull up

the ring
we were so young in love
cloud 9 everyday was like we were in heaven
he always put me first
cause im lucky 7
but things got complicated
that puweree

From 'Rotator', by The Lucky Nightsticks

Be patient baby
Be patient baby
You're alive
You're free
You're a part of me
Your Mississippi
Mississippi

of Fishy Patty
She was a grand old patty
She had a fishy daddy
And her name was Fishy Patty

Lucky charms and graham crackers
Are on my grocery list
I look

the home, while I was on the see-saw
I was in the garden, readin' Papillon
Tellin' myself real people couldn't be so cruel

And she said, "Honey, what's

your screams
Your perfect little nose
And eyes that stare so wide
I'm so very lucky
Just to have you by my side

Meow

carry her o

She wanna  go poor patty 
This girl too too classic 
Her body so so romantic 
Baby i wanna treat you like Frist class queen 

She wanna go

I took the time out
But she was just wasting my time 
Now she fuckin all my slimes
Won't settle for less dime
Niggas be lying, fell lucky i'm trying

So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such

Well, since we got altercations with these so called

Can't lead her house cause she feel like
She a guest she feel so alone that's why She moving like
The rest gripped by her past she can't let Go

Alcohol

She’s lived here for her whole life
And driven by this building so many times
But she’s never stayed in a motel til tonight
And six months sober when

green tail that
Could kill a whale
That waggled in the deep blue sea


And the mermaids looked so beautiful
As they swam around by the shore
But this