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Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)

And no-one saw the carny go
And the weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge

Wow! Never in a million years, I thought I'd be here
Accepting this award, I mean, what can I say
I guess I can start by thanking people, but, nah

my wrists cut
Just wanted to chill, now in this shit, I'm mixed up (mixed up)
You know Max B, I call him Charlie Rambo
We lived in the same

Robert Allen and lyrics by Al Stillman 1953 
Roncom Music Co., and Charlie Deitcher Productions

Look
I just 14 carat my neck
She so sexy, head to her toes
I just spent my whole damn check
No regrets whenever when I'm old
I just hope it don't go

Charlie he's our lead guitarist
By day he's a graphic artist
Sam, our lap steel picker, he's a clerk
Rusty is our plumber bass player
And our drummer Rick,

Welcome to Youtube

Bo Burnham

Bo Burnham

2009

a shitload of money.
Cause Youtube is a place for people to share their ideas..
If by people you mean 13 year old girls and by ideas you mean how they love

Wait a minute ...this isn’t near the junkyard! Where am I?!

As the fog was so thick, Lucky had in fact gone wrong and missed his turning off

prime
It keeps going cause we living in this infinite time
Viewpoint is sublime
Swiping my debit for new clothes
I notice my old highs, becoming my new

Win' that shit for the team
Gota win' that shit for the team
Mmm, let's get it
Right now, I'm worried by myself, gotta go number one
Got win this for

ridin' foreign, smokin' Za, and gettin' my brains blew

Still hot as tabasco, yo' ho call me, "Master" (Master)
I drink to get plastered, a old, dirty

livid yea

Guess that is none of my business
Yea

But ya girl is
She asked for my digits
Yea

Sorry

All ya game old
This ain't Atari
I came from

Get up, let's believe it
Aura's shining brighter than it's ever been
On my Charlie Sheen, only obsessing about the wins
Over on this end, the L's gon'

Riding round the city in a coupe yuh-nah, yeah
Tell a hater how'd you hate me now
I got the fire call me Charlie in the booth yuh-nah
You gotta rate me

wanderin and steady servin fiends
In my jeans a 9 gat, jack, because of my rep
My other pocket full of money, givin me this funny step

Chorus 4x

[Soulja

Leopardskin Limousines

Joe Strummer

Earthquake Weather

1989

on the dog-bowl floor
They made an old film of this
It shows in Hindu out on Air Pacif
Shoulda seen it coming 'bout a mile away
Especially when you don't hear

a young man growing old before your eyes
It'll make you want to quit this job before the next one dies

It's hard to be a has been when you've never been

never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle

stirring in our patched-up hearts
So we, bought an old house with a broken down shed
We kept a tidy kitchen and a messy bed
Drinkin’ cheap wine by

Like Cheesecake Factory, Flyin around rocking them shows
Bought the old school Impala on 4's to run the streets
I had a kid by a girl I just met that

"Damn Hermano, you crazy",

Look at my past and please recognise this,
Hermano Charlie's relentless and sick,
And I'm perfidious, quick with the tricks,

to my favorite spot
The one down by the greens
I'm drivin in my big old truck
The best she's ever been
Got my babes in the back
My beer up front and my

As a kid I was waiting for Santa to show up
A Toys r Us kid not wanting to grow up
Charlie Brown, Yogi Bear, and Frosty the Snowman
Old school Christmas oh