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how we eat off the land
there's not a day that goes by
that we don't break down and cry
I have to try I wonder why
because the man just keeps you done

and I
Did it on a muscle
We need to be discussing how
To hit another hustle the gun is too big to
Ever fit into the duffle
This ain't nothing new ahki

She took each friend as a mirror
""Reflection won't do, I need practice if I'm to overcome""
I took her empathy as an excuse
I was wrong
She just

Day-Glo, my Day-Glo, Day-Glo
You can only imagine

I look just like a normal guy.
And at my job, I’m merely a suit and a tie.
Show it to you?  No, but thanks

alive
All I need is a motor in my car
Crank it up, hit the road
Be a country star

I was raised by alligators
In the Pearl River swamp
Started out

playin'
Go get yourself a real job cuz rapping ain't paying
I told her, you ever heard of a dream bitch
Ever since I laid my first rhyme, ain't been

job
Fine by me I'm just writing my wrongs
See shawty a freak and she know it
And yes when I'm wavy I turn into poet
Boujee but street she want Moët

Im a fool, shit
Stoned out to Kubrick
Brain of a king
But a soul of a lunatic
*Lunatic lunatic lunatic lunatic
Tripping off of Lucy, i have lunar

ain't no need, no need in worrying...
Just get your job done. 

Strange as it may be
Sometimes life you know it ain't what it seems
It's like going to war

Oh My

Illy

Two Degrees

heart took all summer to heal
Don't need to say it, the struggle is real

(I know) And even when I get it
I don't (I don't)
'Cause it's her story, so

By James A. White

My dad sat in his chair and picked another winner
As he yelled out to my Mom to go and fix him dinner
And I saw it in her eyes, like

Drunk Tank

Voodoo Glow Skulls

Firme

1995

never again- and if i lose my job- i'll be drinking by profession- lose my license for a year is part of the consequence- then enroll in a.a. with all my

Well hey there welcome aboard the train
Here's your card and here's your name
Just remember why you're here 
You'll need a job pick a career
What do

set before me by foes
Wasnt workin cuz my purpose already written in stone
My opponent cant take me outta my zone
Im in 2-3, All i need a pen

The songs with staying power are usually about something 
Pay your artists directors and your engineers
And don't  forget to need taxes every year

I heard

Be yourself by yourself stay the fuck away from me
Or I might have to snap

Shut the fuck up
Republicans and Democrats need to work together to fix

its keep
No need to worry your job is now being done for you
Before departure present your final gift to me  

Bestowed upon me, your gift of eternal

wrong
In his head
Singing scary songs
From a clean job to a dirty one
Bloody clothes and some bloody ones
All because he tryna gather funds
All because

drink-smoking the latest thing 
Making enemies with people with the same needs

Dancing in your head-my heart's in the fridge 
Quoting songs by Prince about your

one came back again

A lavish recycling trip
A delicate receivership

The granting of new jobs
Flesh covered thing-a-me-bobs

Head shots by dead shots

job
I learn their many names
We get along riding what we call ego

Speaking in tounge
Do by desire
Do what thou wilt
If you know, you know
Lakukan

more to expect
Full of papers and a bunch of tests
Lunch foods and time for recess
What more could I say
We move from kinder to senior (yeah)
Learn a lot

the baddest girl I confess, & it’s the perfect weather for it

Baby you need to call your friends, it’s time to do it big, ya job sent them ends and ya mother

walking by tripping like you ain't did the work once
It's still early in the morning da n***a should be thankful that the people come
This one of them jobs