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so down
Run around the city with rounds in case it go down (down)

Well we getting too old now
Gotta give the kids juice, so they can grow now
All

for real, spit steel grippin' the wheel
I cut ya grill, 'til you look like Seal
Holla at me
When them 380's buck, even old ladies duck
Dubs

of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all last cd”
Look at here boy, stop asking me
That's the same old thing you asked last week
You talk too much if you ask me
I'm

when i’m 26
Then she asks me why, and all I can say is
Old friend you're the one with too much to say so it won't be conveyed thru words
I can attempt

Someone found a letter you wrote me
On the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a
Hole in your old brown

bully, I'm known as a father
Free all the G's and paigons too
Give a red light, still crash on that yute
Couldn't give a toss if you're old or new
Them

Too many sheep too many cattle
My joints all ache and my old bones rattle
Forty five years livin' in the saddle
Drovin' all over this land
Over

the desi spray
Big shit, poppers, small resumes
Ya'll the reason they made the 360's
They can't make their money back off you
Too risky
I know I've been gone

lonely
I'm afraid I can't recover self-control
I would like to love again 
But it's been so long and I'm too old to care
I'm so lonely, so lonely... I'm so

Growin' up, I'm already too old for Chris D'Elia
They tryna run they mouth, checkin' in on that big career
and look, it's nada
Voila, it disappeared,

Kinda missin' these fucking old Days
I wanna fuck her but she's gone
Diss her way to much now she's Fucktop
Cry alone with u by my side
Cuz u fuckin' used

a bitch, like an Hoe
Who gives fuck ‘bout u I dunno Too
Take it easy, just need to pop a Pills
Fly out, cry off, goin’ high, Through the sky
Then u’ll fly by

looking to fill the hole in our hearts,
It's something everyday you just don't see,
Young and old creatures, dying to breathe,
Stunned by land, bewildered

old throwing temper tantrums
While I'm beating instrumentals up with my hands tucked
Behind my back I just use words because they feel so extra
Now you

then I light it up
Jam ak jam, I am the son of a maestro
Passion never too old, you know my art gets up
I show you what I'm capable of, I'm full

Being patient's getting old, I'm wanting a fix
I'm trapped in a chemical hell
By and by, the days peel off, it's blurring, oh it's
Blurring oh it's, it's

yo, can I live? (Come on)
This here got too much bounce to be melancholic (for real)
Listenin' DJs with the crates, spinnin' at the parties (let's go)

On the Radio

Martine McCutcheon

Now, Vol. 48 [UK]

2001

Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown

On the Radio

Scooter Lee

By Request

1999

Someone found a letter you wrote me
On the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole
In your old brown

the South||She  was loving dancing|but I was way too drunk|Jenny was a little girl|who loved to have some fun||Sweet her lips and blond was her hair|But I don't

too much alcohol
Salt tongue burn a touch withdrawn
Hey Keiko give a little milk
I tried but my tears were wine

Good God the stars it makes no sense

too much alcohol
Salt tongue burn a touch withdrawn
Hey Keiko give a little milk
I tried but my tears were wine

Good God the stars it makes no sense

I can feel the heat on this Texas street
Burnin’ holes in the soles of my shoes
Surrounded by men in darkened dens
Communin’ with bottles of booze

Damn man, erything was all good today
Now this muh'fucka wanna get behind me
(woo! woo) , what the fuck
Here we go again, same old shit
I aint goin