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thought to
myself, "Ah there we go, the new boy in the band, and they think he's only been in the band f'king two
months and he's speeding everything up,

I See You

Luke Bryan

Crash My Party

2013

know you're gone
I look around for someone new, but I see you

Jumpin' up there with the band

Takin' me by the hand

Hey boy, come dance with me

Stuck

everywhere I go
Do a drive-by in a Lambo
Yeah, big racks, got big bands, ho
I can't make her finish
She start lookin' at my diamond rings (yeah)
Spendin'

I'm tryna go get me some bands and put that shit in the safe
I swear god he play with me i hit that boy with that drake
I member times that i ain't

You see fire in my eyes cause the boy is going ham
Call the fire department cause the boy is going ham
We're high
You're low
Cause the boy is going

my own man
Did this shit by myself got my own bands
Y'all boys fucked up got no plans
I can see me in a Lamb down Rosecrans
Got some niggas on the East

Throwing my hat like a hot boy
And you think that you hot but you not boy
Niggas is broke needa go count a knot boy
Gimme a bussdown don't look at the clock

no, no, no)
Smiled like Eazy, R.I.P
Back seat rappers dead, wrapped in sheets
Still no wrap sheet, boy got bands on the back streets
Have no doubt like

What If

Grandmaster Flash

The Bridge

What if Hip Hop was never born, yo?
No Herc, No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo (?)
No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC
What would the state of dope

Look at you boy
Run (Run)
Runaway (Runaway)
Run (Run)

I might just show up with a 9
Aim for chest
Right on time
Throw some bands
On his bitch
Make

Stop playing with a nigga (doo, doo, doo)
Drop bands on a nigga on the head of a nigga
Have them land on a nigga
All my South Philly niggas be like
(doo,

and my pain
Spend some racks on rich brands
I came straight from France 

My life so dope
You know this boy is rich 
My dad have no more hope
Just feel

I'm just a sad boy counting the particles of sand
Hoping a little, cutie girl would come and give me her hand
I'm just a sad boy in a sad emo band

the street
Get a nigga knocked off tell my boys be discreet
And It's Clay raw mgm
Bet a band on black bet we doing it again
Bitch it's Clay Raw on the track

nothin he fumbled damn
Im clappin this thunder shazam that boy is a runner
He ran i am the son of sam what what would you do for
Them bands bands
Im totin

stairway to heaven
'Cause at the end most men would fall
To her knees, the boys would plead
Come take me by the hand
Let's dance a jig to this good old Irish

Crank That

I Set My Friends on Fire

You Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laughter

2008

Yo, hey, it's your Calvary kids
And we got a new song for y'all called, the Soulja Boy
By the way I got me some new bathin' apes

Soulja Boy off

another Bad Boy inbound
Take cover
Okay the bad boys they're back in town
I don't wanna tell you here just write that down
I'ma stay by my side
I'ma stay by

I ain't even have a plan I ran up them bands, I ran up them bands
Heard he ratted on his mans we pull up spraying when we hop out the van
I walk in

The Jazz Discharge Party Hats

Frank Zappa

The Man from Utopia

1983

and jumped in the pool
She threw her pants over there by the little table

Well, one of the guys in the band picked up het panties
(he told me later the stuff

(Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud (nip it in the bud)
I'm livin' in the mud (boy)
I'm drinkin' on mud like a pig (boy)
Secret Service

Rock and Roll Widow

Three Dog Night

It Ain't Easy

1970

the band is gone
Widow carry on 'til the band is gone
She wants no man give her his hand
She'd rather go out, rather go out, rather go out
With the boys

Me and the Boys in the Band

Zac Brown Band

The Owl

2019

need a getaway for a good time
I got good news
That's what me and the boys in the band were born to do, oh

You could spend your whole life however

shinin' for the real nigga
By the way, Diamonds on that boy gon' make you dirty dance
Started off with 30 grams, now I'm countin' 30 bands
By the way,