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Dont Be Funny

Dragonette

Fixin to Thrill

2009

acting funny
Come back, where are you gone
This girl thinks you've been somewhere else too long
Where's Mr. Sunny
Hands up, give me the money
And I

The Bottle/Not Promised Tomorrow

Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man

1998

Your not promised tommorrow
(You know what I'm sayin)
We are livin by the bottle
(The pages of life turn every day)
Be careful what you follow

it and chew
Bad lil bitch, when I'm pumping in thru
And he, slide right in, like he coming in thru
So I'ma pop my shit
Bitch I'm popping it too
Cause I

broke,
We barely had nothing for dinner
I been eating competiton
Shit on oppositions
Niggas always loosing
KingDrip always winning
Yeah
That's a fact lil

to run it up on a flip phone
Why you acting shy baby girl we been grown
I'm having my way they say he acting savage
Gotta patch of lil kids tryna get

like Michigan
Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin'
Rather run

We’re blinded by our life
And everything we’ve got
Is running far away 
From us now

There’s not much to be done
Our time is running out
And everyone

You say that we are not alone
You have made a home inside of us
We are captured by your grace
Held within a space of your great love

How could I

If you judge him by his cover then surely he will do the same
that's what you get if you don't take a closer look at him
Sealed from the world with

Red ready ready run
Past the blush the righteous one
Frantic beating shots begun
A gunner grunting red red run

Tear it down to start again
This time

ending up like this
And send your prayers
You'll be needing em'
Try to sink me down
And I'll be coming up again
Run run
It's the small town witch
Lock up

All the ways you can see
The world that's passing by me
It's hard to do
Too many problems for me
I've tried and failed to be free
So it's all true

CAMPTOWN RACES  by Stephen Foster 1850

Camptown ladies sing this song, do da, do da
Camptown Races 5 miles long, oh do da day
I came down there with

subliminally
And yet they question me
When I rise up
To take a stand against the man
And it's master plan
Now we demand
That all across the land
Monsanto crops

Better off on my own
On my cosmic beach
Satelliting private star
Cosiest by far

Gravity has loosen grip 
I`m drifting out of reach
Space and time

Run...
Run for your life
You fucking sad sack of shit
Run for your life
Hung from the rafters by your scrotum and cock
Used for a body bag
Ripped

Just popped a pill lil nigga how you feelin?
I ain't wasting time lil bitch I'm out here drilling and you ain't counting dimes
Motherfucker loads

I'm runnin' for president
Fuck ya lil' bitch, give her evidence
Sip on my medicine
I'm runnin' for president
Fuck ya lil' bitch, give her evidence

Stay in yo lane lil nigga
Don't do what I do
Don't come here jacking my shit
Waited My turn
Watched all of my plans come thru
And I leveled up bit by

go independent I don't need no lil deal(i)
Get it then I give it to the homies in the will(i)
Milli by milli multiply it to a trilli
Yeah I might just

of my teachers
They counted me out
Was up in them bleachers
Ima just ball
Like Trevor Ariza
Run up the money
Yeah taller than mountains
I'm dripping, I

looking kinda icy
Know your boy sweet like a Hi-C

Got that hammer, I'm Bob The Builder
Talking bout the beat by the way
I am not a killer
24K on the neck

I cry
I'll make amends in Gods revenge
My savior lifts me high
Pushed by God pulled by christ
Speak a word that'll shed some light
Pushed by God

Everytime I run, she play her role, yeah
I keep lil' shawty warm but my heart cold
Yeah
One shot and that'll get her in the mood
She said she got a boyfriend