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the whole woman together by coming to
terms with her abusive past,
she strives to save her son,
Black Jesus, from the temptations of the streets.
Piece
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
red
His eyes turned white and he was finally dead
All was silent except for the creek
His lifeless body swung like a hooked piece of meat
All were
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
call "35", Frank
Density 35?
Yes, a twit by that last one
Density 215
And then you wrote
You just heard a piece of the last movement
Le Marteau sans
the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by
niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she say she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark
This Is Not America - The Song
Words and music by David Bowie and Pat Metheny.
This is not America, sha la la la la
A little piece of you
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
molly on me, Lude knew I just re'd up
Dib and dab in this some new designer
I just dib and dab with the semi-touch
We on the red carpet surrounded by
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me
the scars
Every beating I take is a piece of your heart
Paint the house red
Paint the streets red
Paint the town red
There's so much blood
Paint the house
still ain't keen
You're a child
You don't play love by the rules
Piece by piece
Brick by brick
You build me up to knock me down with your Judas Kiss
You
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
a sling
I face my mess
And all my brokenness
Piece by piece I shattered
Yes, I shattered
I fell. I cried. I bled
My pain and hurt ran red
Yet somehow I
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Life coming in so many levels
Nothing is quite what it seems
Caught by the words that you use
To explain things
Who put the "me" in mean?
Who
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
apple
Step into the devil's chapel
Withered to pieces
Withered to pieces
Withered to pieces
Withered to pieces
I've acquired divine red power
Snuck away
Burning to pieces
Falling by the wayside
Shadows for graves
Children too young to die
Victims of war taken by genocide
Crawling down the road
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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