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And the air is alive with a purring mood

They call me the cat man, and I wear it with pride
My feline companions by my side
From mischievous kittens to wise,

There's a spot on the coast of Maine 
A cabin was built there that a family shares 
An heirloom in the form of wood and nail 
Hidden from View, known

We regain our own
Realize the top of our crops are corrupted by man
It might be the start of the end of us
It's time we run them off the edge
Oh, no

Tired of pleasantries
I'm cutting arteries this year
Successful just ain't the word
I'm tryna turn legendary this year
Knock stays tucked by the wood

You could find you're living up town
You could find your down in the ghetto
Or you could find you're out on the street
Standing by the side
Thumbing

know my pops (ayy, ayy, ayy)
This flip phone that I got don't connect to the Wi-Fi
Uh-huh, this new foreign shit with the wood on the door (err)
Got

Another night has passed
The pale sun rises
Slowly waking up, still forworn
Distressed by her frostbitten face

Stumbling through the woods
Cling

your mind blow
Halftime and then smoke a blunt then it's back on
Girl I want to hear you scream by babe well your man gone
She a freak and a model
Like

straight since I was born
Thermos full of coffee in a Deerstand
Nothing like the woods I'd hope you understand
Hearing from the Lord sittin' by myself
Tagged

less than we could
We are all people man, not wood, open your eyes
It seems such a small price to pay for love's freedom
What with the change

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived

Losing Battles

Josh Ritter

Fever Breaks

2019

Lost man sining for his soul
I saw it on Rio Bravo
He held the notes like rock and roll
And told his tale to Colorado

I gave up my only twin
I

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived

Wee Jack

Golden Bough

Kids at Heart: Celtic Songs for Children

Wee Jack was a lazy boy and this he didn't deny,
Whenever there was work to do, suddenly Jack was nowhere by.
His father called him "Lazy Jack", be

with the fake hand signs
Please don't make my hands tied
That's how that last man died
I don't pick a damn side
I win by a landslide
I don't let my

can’t explain
A man who dies doesn’t need to take a road
I walk alone against my pain
With my last breath i say goodbye

There’s a wood
Called “of

on a wood at the top of the village
Baby hella bad tell her fuck with the villains
Im just livin’ my life how it’s supposed to be
Got my team by my side

that's it 
I feel like a faucet by the way I be dripping shit 

Drip drip drip on the kid yeah he blowin up 
Rip rip rip on the wood now I'm floatin up

The INC Is Back

Ja Rule

Blood in My Eye

2003

Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream

gotta, find a way up to heaven
But I be stuck in the present, man it's depressing
And yeah my girl superstitious
She found the wood where its pitching

We both agree that we should
Have not trespassed in these woods
To frolic in the gloom
Lit by stars and moon
Miles away from civilization
You looked

The Damm

Goodie Mob

Still Standing [Clean]

1998

flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank
I think, make you go blank, lookin for work
Left

[CHORUS]
I was a highway man
On the coach roads I did ride
Hold that pistol by my side 
I was a highway man
On the coach roads I did ride
Hold that

There's a little boy broken by a girl
Won't you come back
And rejoin the world?
You are much younger than you seem
But you are living in your dreams