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4 straight
Ain't gotta look at your plate
I got two dicks for a nigga we gon donate
I got 4 bands in my left hand
And bought 5 in my pocket
Niggas

I got them bands in my pocket, you stand by me, I'll make a lil' nigga look rich[00:33.90]See all these Glocks with no backplate, brr, you know that

a winning team get a head like guillotines
I'm with a killa team get the pape by any means
They gone call us Forest Gump how we ran that shit up
Let my money

Cole
Had to do it by myself I had to do it on my own
And rest in peace my cousin man i can't believe you gone
And it really fuck me up that i can't hit

of vacancies in this line of duty, bands who don't want to quit after the front man, and the main song writer, has left the building. Right now Nirvana,

bullshit Michael Jordan in forty-five
I got what you need you need just get in line
One time got caught slippin', got caught up by one time
Had my face all

You know what you did
You know that you're wrong
Wonder what you thinking when you listen to my songs
I been thinking back to when I was in love with

F-C-dm-Bb [Clean Version]

RKVC

West Coast Drug

2016

Wrote this song at a party for somebody I don't know.
Got invited by a girl that I met a couple hours ago.
Everybody is a friend of a friend

and I sold Caine
Cops know me by my whole name
My weed purple like the Soul Plane
And if you don't know, you know now
Its a showdown
On the the low it's

man with a six-piece song band, answer to my dreams
And every time I sing without you, how lonely it seems
I love you now like I never loved you before

Franklins
I'ma spend it all like fuck saving
They ask me why I don't be saying shit (Why)
If you wanna hear me talk
Go and listen to my songs
Go and play

my crib so I guess I'm Getting fit
Hit the strip once a week bitch you Know I stay lit
And I'm throwin hella bands paying Alla them bitches rent
Y'all

By the People

Van Dyke Parks

Song Cycle

1968

for the song of the forgotten South, 
just don't hang us up here. 

Step by step by please though proletarian am I. 
By chance am you "wine git out

I heard "Run" on the radio, yesterday
Got me thinking 'bout, how much you love George Strait
But by the time the airwaves ever played that song

C'mon, man, roll outta bed, please c'mon
Diss me say my name in a song
Oh, God give me a minute

Damn, son, you ballin' now, two hours
A hundred

I pulled lil' mama by the waist
(Come here come here)
Showed a couple bands and shawty' got too lit
(Yea-yeah)
Shootin' shots like I got two clips

with
Something to Remember Me By

Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(It's doing my fucking head in)
Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(I'm

Seven days working no sleep but still hoping they sing my song
And everything's okay
Wasn't the greatest, I'll just say I had a decent day
Seven days

and you can suck it

It's another offensive punk song
By another offensive punk band
On another offensive punk album that you can't understand

If we fall

and you can suck it

It's another offensive punk song
By another offensive punk band
On another offensive punk album that you can't understand

If we fall

Yeah Yeah
I told them I'm floating by
Told them got too many shows tonight
Being cool be way too cold to cry
Might as well try
To make it to the top

too loud 
I’m quiet or I can’t calm down 
I can’t believe you want me around 
I'm always listening to bands that you don’t like 
Or writing songs you’re

the world, only some will understand
Grimy as it gets, bet I still get rubber bands
Anger in my spirit, rinsing blood off my hands
Got the world in the palm

me pour somethin
In the streets it get cold
Have your nose runnin
Got a stick on my hip
Finna blow somethin
Take a trip for the bands I be road runnin