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trying to get some love from me
I’m saying fuck em all
I feel like Jason Tamalolou by the way I fend em off but leave em running more
Got a wifey at my

I'm just a singer but I don't have a band, I play it solo with some sleight of hand
Whiskey & Jaeger were my greatest fans,  cnd I never had a plan

, and giving up, receiving bigger ups
I deliver, UPS, or FDR by firesides
I'm smoking cyanide, these ashes burning when my cousin died
Through these words, his

songs to find love, I love this woman

I got some money, I got a reasonable good heart
But I'm low on libido at this age, tkus good song
My fave artist is

like it here we love this place
We'll get by with a little more B.A.S.S
Coz we love this place

I don't mean to brag
You know I can't boast coz I'm high

a singer-songwriter and normally I just write sad songs or songs on my ukulele
But I made this beat with my Brothers and I'm not just gonna let it go to waste
I've been

Beat：Allen J
Studio：Golden Horse Music Stuido
Album cover：白熊大大
Singer：Ari Song
Maybe I I I
Just need a company
So tonight ight ight
Just give me one

happened?!
We went from "too black to too skrong"
To Sisqo and the God damn "Thong Song"
We went from Farrakhan to Don Juan
Don Juan keep it pimpin man
But I'm

Thela Hun Ginjeet is an anagramistic title 
The song has to do with urban violence 
Crime in the streets, being mugged 
You know, all those kind

Hey, did you see where, uh, singer and actress
Bette Midler dissed West Virginia
Really? Singer and actress
I don't even know who the fuck that is

succeed skating by, you're no Tony Hawk
You couldn't get a feat even being the only sock
And ho, you're no singer, oh what a shock
I gave you my input, now

And let you know
I'm just a garage band inside one man with one instrument I totally know how to play
I can see you're bleeding but all of my feelings are

A black man caught by the
Klan couldn't hang with this
These are proverbs, copy cat attackers, huh
I'm wanted dead 'cause I'm
A genocide to rappers
Battlin'

magic, tactics not intention
It's the singer-songwriter sounding like a rapper wanna be
Dropping bars, trying real hard to practice modesty
I'm not saying

Seasons

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

you needed
When it blast...they must move
You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove
And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start

Will I Ever Get A Chance To Sing My Songs Someday Before I'm Dead?
words and music by Jose Promis

I finished this song, and then I set it down
I've

loving who I love
By being who I am, you see, it's an act of rebellion
So I guess that makes me one hell of a rebellious political
Singer, song

Classic

I don't care about your top fives
Your metaphors or the cup size of the babe you swear you're not blaming
Who loves all my punchlines
When I'm

Classic

I don't care about your top fives
Your metaphors or the cup size of the babe you swear you're not blaming
Who loves all my punchlines
When I'm

Yeah, I own property and land, I'm in popular demand
'Cause the catalogue is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you dissin', you get hit,

every night
Wrote this song so I could prove it
Smiling from so far
Girl you don't know what you're doing
Swap your heart with mine
I'll hold your hand

listening to your songs is a burden
Like a phone with no Wi-Fi or service
Your seat at the table is sponsored by coercion
I'm like you but an upgraded version

dropping balls
I'm dropping bars a singer lover
I know you're watching be honest
And you're appalled that I'm modest
You're too involved and it's obvious

beginning rapping
I made a couple songs before but they were pretty trash
So I stay on my grind
Writing songs is how I pass the time
When I'm up in my mind