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d blue soap right
An we still wash we clothes with  it
Gal use to rock bell bottoms an fros with it
Chook ah needle in ah garlic bore yuh nose with it

Rhythm give a run
Tongue over hand
Palm on the one
Palm over drum
Drum over none
Drum gimme some
Drum is the sun
Thunder in the drum
Power in

bit of respite
From the way my head gets
Cause it's all mixed up I'm like a glass of milk and Nesquik
My life is flying by and I just watch it like it's

Disaster strikes before my eyes
I never notice changing tides
It's too late, too late to compromise
I wring my hands till they're black and blue
I

I like to cry when there's nothing else to do
I rub my eyes after staring back at you

I watch you turn blue
Then you hands defuse
It's just floating

When the world wakes up we sleep
And baby in the night we're free
Take a chance and lay by me
All the times I didn't tell you
I was thinking all

dusty old dad with holes in his shoes
Hands and knees in thick concrete
Just so me and my mom and sisters could eat
It's ok to be sad and it's ok to be

that somethings different
You're not you and I'm not me
Time it heals, but I'm still wounded
You're the only thing that can set me free
A blue paper

nigga I didn't really mean to shine
In the meantime
I'm just trying to get by
Drive nice rides
Get paid for my time
I'm young nigga
I'm a young nigga

they say that I'm a weirdo
But they don't really know me so I don't care if they're cold
There's this one girl, Blonde hair with blue eyes
Probably

Pearly Blue
Every station I went passed by
Thought I heard my little Pearly cry

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

Old Joe Louis walking to the stand
Carryin' them law

From Where I Stand
Wyatt Easterling and Thomas Anderson
December 10, 2019

Watching the news is giving me the blues
What a tangled web they weave
Try

Calm before the storm

Then the marches started, they're from another land
Fighting there way through with men with weapons in their hands
Tanks moved

be my boo thang
I might just make her my new thing
But it's a certain way I do things
I gotta get it I'm about mine
The racks only bringing me new pain

work is done
I'm sittin' by the fire, just singing out my songs
He's singing there beside me, right there where he belongs
These days he knows the words,

just make sure that it was over-kill
Cause it ain't over til it's over it ain't over still
I'm fascinated by my sheer lack of patience
This beat sick but

pon mon (Woie)
Grip up pon di slong, hold on mi pon mi hand (lawd)
1980's rub-a-dub, love jam
I from JA, live in U.S of A (Liar)
How yuh waan steam fish

She raw as a bitch
She cum on the dick
Keep all the hoes
I ain't fucking with them
Blue dye on my hands
New hundreds came in
Since a youngling all I

bullshit
I want that riviera on a hunnid spokes
Hunnid ropes around my neck
Surrounded by a hunnid hoes
Spitting a hunnid flows
Wearing a hunnid coats
In

(I had to cut them up)

(It's) like yesterday we kicked in
Immortalized by our disguise
Bittersweet, my card's the empress
He and I, we used to fight

You and I sat fireside
In the dark blue starlit night
Swear I saw my future in your eyes
And that's why I
Put a ring upon your hand
You make me

on an expedition
It's More than just a mission
Never liked the feeling of being in competition
Been hearing every word but we never really listen
Repeating the song

Give me back my
Hand, why don't you?
Look who's laughing
I'm not the only one

Why are you torturing me like this
Oh my god, just
Look at your eyes

tried so hard but you're so outta reach
The way I'd drown in blue eyes
Gives me thoughts of pretty beaches
Got my feet in the sand
I'll hold your hand