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a scheme not-so-grand.
We're deserving of men left to rot in a rag,
Haven't done shit with my life,
My skin is starting to sag.

You drink too much.
Your

Piacere, sono il Rag. Minghella
Lavoro proprio al Credito, qui accanto,
Le posso presentare la mia signora
Abbiamo due bambini e stiamo bene
Sicuro

when you least expect it, life will turn your world around
From rags to riches, bitter to sweet, even turn it upside down
One thing you surely can depend

a suicide tag
that you just can't wash out with some thinner and a rag

she can to make things better 
She's a superstar in loafers and a sweater

Close your books, shut the door
She takes a wet rag to the chalk dust

a killer on heels where they do that?
Cuz she's stuck on my head like a DU-RAG
I'm done, past it, I'm through that!

Chante burn ’em, but I say murk em'

there's many true hearts beneath rags that are beating
Never judge any man by the coat that he wears

Give me the man as a friend and a neighbour
Who toils

wanted a taste
Now I'm in a hole
It's such a disgrace
Had money had women had friends
But they've gone away
Rags to riches the money the bitches
Fade

ANYBODY'S GUESS

The orange METS™ T-Shirt from 1969
Is now a grease rag in my truck
Like all the precious things I used to say
I couldn't live

deny
(And the sky is grey)
But I'll deny most anything
Rags and riches, gods and kings
Just need to feel the wheels underneath me

rally at his feet
Tradin' smoke in limbo
Chewin' off the old confessional rag
Got plenty mumbo-jumbo in his little white bag oh oh oh

Well, meet

behind but it haunts her mind
You see she's his little rag, nothing more than just a waif
And he's mopping up his need, she is tired and afraid
Maybe

Catching a few laughs, listen to Red Grant
Read me a good book, clear out my head space
10 for the 10 grams, hooked up by C Rag
Toss me a beer and catch me

""Come on rag-doll ballerina Return in your theatre made of tin Do not forget one day you'll fly The doors of the theatre open wide The wind shakes

Cloned Existence

UnotheActivist

Cloned Existence

2018

the bitches, a four and a deuce might crash my liver
Might crash the kitchen, I'm living so rude from rags to riches
Might pull up official, pull out my ice,

the best rags
A buck 20 then
That was big money yeah
And that's was a 20-10
I was getting money when Reagan was in office
Peepee on your carpet
Grind like

degree
Money on yo head, murder in the first degree
Murder in the first degree, murder in the first degree

(Verse 2: Roc Marciano)
Body bags, du-rags, new

for blow
Nemesis
One on one
And blood will fleck the sun

Men, there are men
There are men in robes and rags
Hanging on the oak tree boughs
Left for

yourself, you rag doll of love
Spit your lies of all the things you could do for me
I'm too tired of this whole god damn freak show

Chorus:
Far from disorder

this place
Where they never will find you
Don't listen to the man with the money in his hand
He comes disguised in honour and rags
He is your favourite

on my face
Simon we're rolling, rag-top folding
We're cruising slow, the jura pulled us over for being too low
They never fail to harrass us
Always

I catch fire
And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done
That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the switches

away
Fresh wes is going to breaka, breaka, break way
From the rags to the riches
I'm giving bitches different strokes like todd bridges
Mister maest,

remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly born tags, they tried

So look