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I really don't know how to put into words, um
Be able to this and be able to make music and
This is the end of album number five and
Fifteen years

(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)

Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father

Jewels N' Drugs

Too Short

ARTPOP

2013

Bankhead, shawty, yeah you know what it is
Pockets full of number of rubber bands and bills
Came up around that standard wheel
Was finna do a deal about 60

that it's strange
Feel like I need you to stay, huh
You feeling unwanted but I'm glad that you came
Security let me by, brought my strap in the place
I'm

back again to the bottom of the well, but now he was so light he could escape by fluctuating. Then, right on the first try with a single jump, he fled

What's your point
All I hear is noise
Need a coin
Charge you by the point
Had a heart, it was cold like Illinois
And I'd probably spend a band with

the talking, approach me with caution, I don’t ever say that often
Father stretch my hands for a couple bands
Promise On my life I won’t ask again
Shit, Then I

blueberry bands, I'll change shit up
Can't console shit when the game went up

Boy i really hate saks 5th, I'm a star and in the making you a asterisk

I'm

Old friends turned to fake
Fuck I’m way too baked
Tokyo is in it
Tokyo the name
Chokin' by the chain
And never speak again
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo

Willy
She take my cash and make it back like a milli'
A million times
Got 4,5,6, j's rolled to the nine's
And I cruise by my signs
Never pay them

gang shit, AP on my main bitch
She know I'm chasin' the set
I don't ever have that strange shit
I'm back in my bag bag, Louis V stance
You never see no

on the corner 'til dawn
But my hands they have been tied
To a life I've been denied
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And workin' a nine to five

Chestnut Street Revisited

John Cougar

The Collection

1979

on the corner 'til dawn
But my hands have been tied
To a life I've been denied
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And workin' a nine to five

Yea
Yea
MurkdaMenaxe
Yeah
MurkdaMenaxe
Yeahh
Mmm
I keep a drum with a band on me ain't talkin no music
And I know sum niggas come straight out da

Ballad of the Alamo [From the Alamo]

Marty Robbins

John Wayne's West: In Music and Poster Art

2009

crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by

Ballad of the Alamo [From the Batjac Production The Alamo]

Marty Robbins

Songs of the West

1993

crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by

afraid of reality
On the run they can't have it easy
Seen 30 cops at my mama house
Another 5 to my lawyer
I'll be 30 up by the summer though
It's

can't have it easy Seen 30 cops at my momma house

Another five to my lawyer I'll be 30 up by the summer though
It's a juggerthon All money in on this

beer and cigarettes again.

Malnourished and hungover,
five coffees on a stranger's floor.
Load the van, barely sober,
thanks and hugs - we're out

six wet up the block, I ain't even need a beverage
Five five six got four point oh, if i was you i wouldn't test it
We gone spin the block again until

that, over and again if you’d stay. 

So you pay a strange man to understand 
your patterns and how to fix them when it ends.
Like wet wood, exhausted by

him die in his bed
Lay fuckin' with hoes, leave his bitch on read
Band on his head, head, hunnids get it back

Lil' bro gone, he ain't comin' back
Jay

Yeah, we didn't work out
And that's alright by me
But why are you at my house
I finally thought that I was free
Yeah, over and over and over again

With the big band swaying and the great Kite saying, that it's time to let it be 

Two by twos and (uh) school shoes 
And (uh) she falls again, to ego