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pretend to be happy
I mean, how can I be
When they're drifting away from me
Guess I'll learn to be lonely

Grown up now, and growing further from my pals

crab.
You checking out my style like you know my style.
But I bet you wonder how, me your woman pals.
I bet I make her howl like she in the wild.
 She got

’ll try to articulate.
(Woo!)
Please don’t hit my line,
(Don’t hit my celly)
Know I don’t do fake,
(Fake, Fake, Fake)
Cheesin when you call,
(No pepperoni)

Try'n'a get right hoping that one day I'd be the man
The years went by I was M.I.A
I got rid of all of the niggas that was in my way
I saved nickels

¡Je! I ´ll kill you nigga, lord ha mercy, Lord ha mercy, whata wan for all my gyals, bambababa

Que tumbe la casa y vente pa´ acá 
Esa nena lo que

a pen pal
Been grinding all my life, so I can't fail
The day I go to heaven
They gon' raise hell
Surrounded by my angels
If you can't tell
I cannot relate

disadvantages
And I won’t, just don’t act like I was handed
Shit in this game when to this day
They tryin' block my shine cause
Of insecuritiеs they ain't

say that one (get my ass canceled)
You won't fight back so just surrender wave the white flag

Yeah your on thin ice pal like Darren McCarty
I just left

was straight but it's a n now
Saw nothing above I when I browse tricks played by mental
Letters to my distant self call that a pen pal
Been trippin'
By

to turn out
The lights at midnight
I'd fall on my knees and say
"Have a heart pal, one more game please?"
Some nights I might sleep on the subway
Or outside

Chris Michaels

The Fiery Furnaces

Blueberry Boat

2004

takes a drink out of the leak.
My baby's got a blue-green sweater
And a nest down by the creek.
Plume, bloom, bloom, baby bloom.
Cheep, cheep, beep,

the morning
Call me up and tell me that you want me
Hit me with that bad news first
When you're at your best, I'm at my worst
I don't really care if it's
Four

smooth, showin' you
Don't got to be sponsored by nike to cop checks, woo
If your intentions a haiku, with my witty sense your mind bruise
Really drench into

It was April the forty-first
Being a quadruple leap year
I was driving in downtown Atlantis
My Barracuda was in the shop
So I was in a rented

Yeah, yeah
You don’t want it sucker, this ain’t playing time
This that work hard on the grind slaying time
Yo, this my throne, you can’t take over

of wickedness
Sinful
I’m telling you she is my villainess

No small talk
Straight to the point
Fuck the climate
We don’t talk it because we type it
Tell me, do

know what you mean Sully, because
I wouldn't know where to go
Me too, because I-
Wouldn't know what to do
Why do you keep singing my part?
I don't have

no contest
One by one till they ain’t none left, breathe in breathe out

My immortal technique, speaks to the masses at large the professor
Learn MCs

What did I see in you, a quick fuck we were 17  I just wanted my dick sucked
You got a Small mouth so your teeth gave me wisdom
excited by

“Carolina In My Mind”

For many years he was not my thing
But now his music's comforting

He may be lame but he's a national treasure
So I'll allow myself one

to SNU, that's right
If the task was last to
Get backstabbed by a pal
You wouldn't make it through the night
When I feast, I don't need a suit and tie

and sometimes take the wife,
I've never had so many ups and downs in all my life.

Since I've been sitting on the ice in the ice rink
Sitting on the ice with my

Choo Choo Ch'Boogie

B.B. King

Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan

1999

Headin? for the station with a pack on my back
I'm tired of transportation in the back of my hack
I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack

a subpeana
Lie hey I'm looking cshley 
She gotta come no I'm not asking 
Lying on the phone bout Fantasies that never happen
She my pen pal
But if ever get