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finger-printed him for it
No professional beard could ever return her crown

No soft embrace, as tears stream in profile
June's all grey again

She lives in hope

call it
Crime scene at your party, young nigga dearly departed
Gave a stack to my barber, bitches loving my beard
It make her get so erotic, I think

Sometimes when I'm shaving off my beard I leave just the moustache and give myself a pep talk in the mirror
I have a few tips for you if you decide

brother in LA
Come with me interrogate
Six hours at the gate
Cause I look like someone
Who may be smugglin' drugs
Dyed black hair
Snow White beard
That's

away for summer
I'll be writing yet another number
And I shaved when you left
Grew a beard that I kept
To pretend no time had passed
How long can

He answered with a silly grin
Sipping beer, food in his beard.
It'll kill me, but I don't know when

Regarding a soft schism
Smelling gin, sagging

the nicest
Big beard and a turban like I'm ISIS
You bruddas'll fold up in a crisis
I'ma ride for my bro and my sis
All these bruddas wanna clone me wanna bite

He's got a molotov cocktail which he's ready to eat
Got his beard wound tight from his head to his feet
Run to the liquor store right there in town

and can scarcely crawl,
I've an old grey beard and a head that's bald.
Crown my desire and fulfil my bliss,
A pretty young girl and a jug of this.

Oh when

A sea beard man looks at me all day with a pipe in his mouth 
Curls shake a boat on the left a lighthouse on the right 
I take another sip, quickly

I was busy thinking demons up
To plague my simple mind
Tried to live an honest life
But then I realized
I couldn't grow a beard

You kept harping

numb in the snow

Does he know
Cause he wont
Leave home
So does he know
That they're there

His beard drags
Along the floorboards collecting glass

Go to Tibet
Ride a camel
Read the bible
Dye your shoes blue
Grow a beard
Circle the world in a paper canoe
Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post

Look at me
Bread crumbs in my beard
Smooth me like a sleeping child
Having you near

And I will rise
Reaching for your hand
I want to be named
I want

sprinkled in my beard?
What were the hymns that
Buzzed around my ears?
What was the sea whose tide
Flowed through me there?

From my own mind that golden

and you dug it back
up like oh yeah its right here
I smoke my weed and I sit back, look in my eyes, stuck like a beard
Been through the ups, been through

blood
Perpetual, perennial
My king, I give myself to the water
Thine aid is sought by I
A child of old friends
He smiles through a sea green beard

a beard
Could be blue with glitter or fake too that's ok

But then I figured what the hell do I have to lose
Went out to the curb and flagged down a cab
In

Uh
If i got a pocket full of bands mind your business bruh
If you aint sharing with the fam what you do it for
Beard never nappy
Im dressed in fine

The winter's coming 'round the corner
Im hoping that I'll be alright
Last year bear'd a bunch of burdens
Maybe I can just be fine
(Too soon, Too bad,

feathers
So I looked up at the sky and said Lord its me again, please
I’m prayin for a nub beard
No spur
Gobble at anything kind of bird
Gimme one chance,

a load of this, ooh

Ambitious nineteen year old
I just signed a deal now my neck sub-zero
Mustache coming in, I really want a beard though
And I

a starving man
Into your once blessed hands
To punch him in the throat
Cut his beard then cast him out again?

Now that three of us 
Have been watching over

they are nowhere to be found
Sunglasses on a stick, it's a trick
Long black beard, a slim tall guy
Suddenly the hand of God, everybody needs his fingers