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drove on out a ways
We studied up on life in a field of golden maize
And our world was forty acres, and it rained for forty days

Folks are gathered

Yeah "we all women are the same"
Tired of your bullshit same old crap
We're so the same you by mistake
Called me her name, you fucked it up
And me so

So I don't drink like I used to. I don't smoke pot either. I stopped in 86, but I went to school. I smoked a lot of pot. People are like, Paul, did

The Nicest Kids in Town

Jennifer Gambatese

Hairspray (Original Broadway Cast Recording)

2002

Who like to lead the way
And once a month
We have our "negro day!"
And I'm the man who keeps it spinnin' round
Mr. Corny Collins
With the latest,

Oh no

The next days after fun in track 3
I was on Twitter, "Something's bothering me"
A couple more black men shot down
In separate cities, it

me ukulele
And I can't find the toilet roll
Now where's my little portable job?
I might feel better if I twiddle the knob

By Jupiter Mr. President

a lot of actors on the screen
Try to hurt me, by saying that my raps are obscene
So I guess the truth can't be actually mean
No fuck that, I say it cuz my

girlfriend, eh?
Do I even know the one she's doing these days?
Where are you taking me please?

We could start the night off with a romantic comedy
Then a jazz

Getting by hardly these days
The struggle it takes them under
Used to be beautiful
Today it’s ugly as the Cookie Monster
There’s older folks having
Trouble

hella fly
They're all amazed watching us go by
Bumping fat beats from the b ball days
Track one on Rodeo is the song that plays
As the tyres are going

in flight
From Dawn until the Night.
Watch your Nightmares Come to life.
Do you want to survive?
Do you ever wonder why
Our kids are taught that We're

enough days off too many clock-ins
Thinking bout my life I ain't got too many options
So wit this rap shit gotta be top ten
Forreal
I was by the trash

of imbeciles
All led by Mr B
With his goofy smile and yellow hair
But no understanding of democracy
We've got kids younger than teenagers
Taking knives to school

SallySold  sells sea shells
Down  by the seashore
I never really got it
But her money by the heap full


Now mrs
Betty Botter,
Bought  a bit of butter.

She

friends, just some enemies that pretend to be
Yo remember me
I got family
Goddamn, he's rotten, we can be sour
Behind that man be power, uh
Most of y'all are

Acorns

Max Tundra

Mastered by Guy at the Exchange

2002

the Embrace of these Monsoonless summers?
Don't rely on magic, friends because in rock there are no constants

What do we do when our friends split up?
Is there

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
We are tonights entertainment

The ecstacy
Got me nauseous
In a freak state
It's hard to stay awake
I'm takin'

these are G subs in uniform
You violate the fanzine now you'll be gone
Out the flame y'all you now how a nigga came
An' by the time I'm at the door you

virtues, now our peace has squandered
When Mr. Scott Lively opened his mouth
Why wasn't I there? I would have been choking him out
For poisoning minds

a thrown in a home over-looked by a tyrant
My weapon? Ammunition from the books I'm supplied with
Ballistics for a David tryna cook up Goliath
I'm Mr. Too

a crew cut
But never changed the crew up
Cause
When you part of this family
These mob ties are ruthless
Why you think we keep these nines
By our side
When

When I'm with you, I get all these feelings
Overwhelmed by the weight of all of our decisions

And your situation, got me feeling tainted
Don't wanna

Me & K one whizzing
In the R I pray
To God we don't crash

I've got work to do
I swear I murk these tunes
& the team stays lit
You know we turnt for

Hey there (Hey!) what are you doing up?
I see you're still awake, you wanna have some fun?
I go hard when the moon's out, think we're old news now
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