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on my soul
Came from bottom we've been broke
I just wanna have it all
She be in my dreams Lucy wanna give me wings
She be giving roses she be giving

Bo Diddley's a Gunslinger/Bo Diddley

Warren Zevon

Stand in the Fire

1980

written by E. McDaniel
Here's a little story that I really want to tell 
It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K Corral 
Now, Bo Diddley didn't start no

about me
She want a real one in a gang, said I'mma see 'bout it
You see the love baby over there, I fuck with a sheer thousand 

Champagne, paper

be
What everyone wants to see
It's all so complicated
So she'll never wanna say
She'll never try to leave
Another one to play it
See the stars in

G Season

T.I.

Hustle Music, Vol. 18

gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by

your shit was lame
Well here's what I did, no more sittin' idly by
I put pad to pen, then of course I grabbed the mic
It's on sight when I write, I am

She got those kashmir eyes
And she dress really nice
Perfume on her skin
And her laugh so loud
You can hear it in a crowd
She wants her heart broken

go from Lagos to LA
You fucking with a boss I'm calling shots like Sean McVay
You know when it, come to you baby I don't play
Okay okay
Let's dip away

a lot of tricks to fool her friends
Now she's here, is this where it ends

She's a prisoner surrounded by her walls
Looking for light, but darkness calls

In so many certain terms
I'd struck a deal
My fate by greed determined
There she was casting bones
Kismet be damned
She said that I could change it

following this man's an op
She was looking for Sean but she caught this Glock
She was tryna get off, but she gone catch this mop
Once I run up a bag I know

That girl she's the drug and I'm the addict
(Addict)
When I want your love I gotta have it
That girl she's the drug and I'm the addict
(Addict)
I'm

a battle never won.

She's sweet like honey,
Wild like a storm.
Her love's my obsession,
I crave it in every form.

She's a tough one to love,
But I can't

touched
By the mouth who put them there

She wants to stay but now she's gone
With the morning wind
Give her a reason to and
She would have stayed

Thoughts

they're Mighty Mouse
In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount
Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping
Car parked by itself, robot stunting

She said I'm not enough
She said I'm not her crush
She said it wasn't love
She said that she give up
She said, She said I'm not enough
She said, She

Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
Palm trees you can have this all season
I'm balling and the niggas ridin' with me
Is ready for whatever, ready

wild
I see you got yo own so if you Ever just want to hang hit my Cell you got number to Dial
She say its always fall and she Goes to the money tree

said bless you
She want my number but baby forget
You in my way got to run to the digits
Thou shall not cheat Thou shall not lie
Well send me to hell

want to man like me 
Anytime she see me she wanna put it on me you don’t know 
She wanna put it on me eh
Say she want a boy like me 
Anytime she see me

on 'em like a Pit


That's my bitch, (yeh)
She keep tellin' me, that she want it
She said that, that she want it, (yeh)
And now she want it, (yeh)
Claiming

they seem
Russian bots that she thinks
Live down the street, will rise when it is time

She hears the voices on the radio
Narrating the carnage blow by

you
Yeah
Yeah it's true
Paul P
My name be a virtue
(Will Gold)
I could get you out
If you need me to turn to
I can get you grooving baby
Show me all

Your ass the same
When it's you against the world
Tell me who do you trust
Some punk bitch that want to be
In love on a bus
Yeah my hustle done changed