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identify
Never get the best of Sly
Shit I'm eating good, wit bigger fish to fry 
By the pound it's branzino , I started with 0
Now its food for the thought

much bigger
In doubts you dither 
Aimlessly fritter
No light bulb flicker
With a broken transmitter
Over time you get bitter
With your finger

them, to elevate the pressure
Just gotta stick to the plan don't forget to live through
Don't just blow smoke watching your dreams out your window
So get

a bad little ting, leave your ex in dust
Get a house by the coast cause we know it's a must
You can have all my love can I have all your trust
Cause

know that we gon' catch your ass, you gotta go to church, you
Know that I'ma bless your ass, know that shit just like a toilet, I can get you flushed

eatin' that green shit

As for me, equipped with the latest beam and squeeze kit
Just in case I gotta delete your team and still leave quick
I got

feelings
Every time I hold your hands
I ain't used to the feeling
So you've gotta understand

You make me wild out
You make me really
Wild out

And where I

With A Little Help From My Friends

Joe Cocker

The Anthology

1999

out of key

Oh, baby I get by (Ah, with a little help from my friends)
All I need is my buddies (Ah, with a little help from my friends)
I say I'm

Wait now, hold up, hold up
Wait now
Wait now, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yo, you know who you dealing with (laughs)
#BubbleOnDeck
I got

You got no one to turn to I can be your best help
Don't you worry bout insecurities
I can be your loyal security
All you gotta do is hold me down
All

you and maybe I do
Or maybe it's just something I gotta go through
Before I'm healed and free from your clasp
I need to escape from the hold of your

These chains gotta hold on me
I just pray I'm forgave for what god don't see
And tell the sun don't burn my wings
Please god please god
Shine your

State Vs Kirk Jones

The Guess Who

Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones

2000

you're facin' 
Prosecution set it with your opening statement

Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family

with you
You a killer nigga, but I gotta put on for my team
They like stop having features with you
They be leaching, nigga, so I gotta go and get my

to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I

should I set it up
Maybe we could go around enjoy the view
Or maybe get lunch book a table for two
Tell your friends stay home it's just me and you
Cause I

with
200 cities I'm rolling with
200 hours, I'm gaining my powers
My sights by a tower, my voice getting louder like- (What?)
I gotta flex for the flower

Said I gotta go
And bitch, you gotta slow
Your roll with these guys, and you sure not alone
Think every girl here tonight knows, yeah
But fuck it, I'm

and that's
Knowing your role and just playing your part
Cause it can get dangerous like tryna give an explanation
And you do not know where to start
Made by

sayin’that I ain’t legit
Well, I guess that’s as dumb as they get
My mind is made up I won’t quit
Don’t mind if I sit by your chick (Wassup, shawty?)
Hope she

so I gotta speak my truth now
Because for me one look was all it took
For me to start catching feelings for you
I never thought that I would get myself

But you gotta make your mind up
You gotta get your grind up
I know you so
Tonight I bought you roses But You not gone wanna hold them cause
You know I’m

I was beat down I'm tryna' get up
I was picking up dirt from the floor
I was spun round in circle by niggas
They play with me like my whole life is

You gotta be ready in the land of the trill
Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping
lil' man it's for real

Second thing dog
When your hands