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was led astray
Don't say I told you so
If I just stayed in school and studied
Damn I should've studied
I was just too busy tryna get Evy to love me
I

Ohh ohh oh shit
Oh oh let's go

I often ask myself this question after dark is tomorrow you will still be by my side

Too much we were there when I

Charles Gibbs

Chris Foster

Cayo Hueso

2003

Charles Gibbs
Words and Music Chris Foster 
Copyright May 3rd 2003


Terror on the high seas wrought by Charles Gibbs
Brandishing his sword in pirate

Of this lethally evil force.
This is serious so give me a quarter.
I was a witness, get me a reporter!
Call April O'Neil in on this case, and
You'd better

Sorry with a Song

Josh T. Pearson

Last of the Country Gentlemen

accept my humble song.

It ain't got shit to do with you and by god that's god's honest truth
There's more in a man than the liquor and the lust that

No love
No love
No love
Heart cold
Sip some when I pour some
Roll up
All over someone that
We light it up, then pass go
Windows up. No ash, though

pop, then its followed by slug
Have ya folded up like in the hucklebuck
Never go off luck, play it safe keep tuck
Have the whoppah dump, dump, sounding

self-mess 

Guess I'll give it a rest 
Shh
Wake up in a carriage had no
Lights then, a phone-lit visage

Searching for a tree
Mangled feet Jeremy 
Don't mind

already U degrading me
By saying I'm old look at my face
But Unfortunately Hip Hop do not come with a age
Yeah I'm grown but I'm a baby in the came
I've

Couldn't give you more of myself like now back then
It was my fault, baby
I was going a little crazy
Chasing off my demons and here we go again

tryna take care of my mama
Run that back
Lucky like a clover, I don't speak, like I'm shy
If I want it, I'ma get it by the end of the night
Mama knew that

the fake ones
But wait they think that’s clinical
After party I’m backstage
They say this is so lyrical
Everybody’s cursed
Everybody grow by exposing ones

a nigga scared, then boy come test 'em
Think of all the ways that I could bless him
He got a nice fit til the Glock undress em
If I ever had a issue, then I

Vent to me I'll cry with you
Grew up alone
Daddy in prison A fatherless home
Momma was working No clues of the wrong
She all by herself just to fend

of claims and statements made that almost put my world in my flames
Apologies was said but actions never changed
The lines getting blurry drifting between

tone
Just joked
In my own praise 
I was disowned
Unsure
How I’d be able to address the changes
180 I’m still going straight 
Divided by three so I bless

to burning 
I was never one for learning 
I'll be inside of my grave getting rotten 
At least I'll no longer be hurting 

Bury me in the clothes that I died in

to spread
Sometimes I think I'm in over my head
Most rappers make songs to just try and get bread
If that was my motive I'd rather be dead
I can't even tell

We don’t see eye to eye
That’s why you blocked me huh
That’s why we don’t speak
So why am I still holdin onto to things
Stuck in park swingin
Boy,
You

to care
All the pain I've bled
No one here to help
I'm all by myself
So I'm grinding my hardest
Just to make it out
Depression in my veins
Is motivating me

and the shit that he didn't
When I was a young kid in Sunday school learning about forgiveness
I wish I could forgive you now that I've found things to be happy

Before we act up we say amen
These promoters pay us we don't pay them
I told these niggas when I was young
I would be top five by the time I was twenty-one

for the days when I was low down
And the day that I'm 6 feet under,
In the ground and history I'll go down
I been building my line, uh
I don't sell what

an empty canvas,
Yeah...man, my life a work of art,
I was living in the dark,
I was looking for a spark,
But the fire finna start...yeah the fire finna start