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thank you, King
Pop Warner would later say
Jim's performance at practice that day
Was the greatest display of athletics he'd seen and
He'd never see

the playoffs
Sketo for president, run the campaign (Alright)
Cuban my chain, the drip and the rain
Gold on my neck, get gold in the veins
I know the pants, I

mic performances while they shutting down the bar
We came a long way from school lunches in the car
Recording our first song going from summer into fall

a nice man
And a good man
On the one hand
Waving that flag
Like you were born there
Get the gold star
In the gold car
When you pull up
Make ‘em all forget

I'm the pen you the ink
I'm the boat you the sea
Without you there's no us
Without me there's no we
Like what you want
All u want is gold and diamond

Yeah,
It's Gold Blend,
Woo
Check your rear view I'm coming
Just like winter, winters coming
Flow is like a winter Walker, white Walker 
Baby's

fall flat on floor
Great performance now they strapped like fort cus they tapped like cork
We were trying to get off that back block all I know drop off

on performance, got me outta my seat, oh
Feeling good, I love the vibes, yuh
Circle motion, hypnotize me
Feel the love, the body language
Understand me, when I'm

can do it I double down and boss it
Spend a lotta hours every day improving all of my performances
Cos the body and the mind are touring
Around the soul

The End

Phil Manzanera

Manzanera Collection

1995

the summer rain

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west

Ride

rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones

We got them gold diggers, cold bitches
That wanna party off patron liquor, car hoppers the hard stoppers

back
Making stacks
Yo it's coming in salary
Your girl wanna come see me
So she followed me downtown to the gallery
Said that she was hungry
I got

(KeyzMusic)

Yeah, taking orders
I know about taking orders
I dunno about taking orders
My young G play in academy, great performance
He'll do

Let's make a toast to creator pros in the days of old
You play your role, your lies'll ring out hollow like they plated gold
They say they know but

the load, hit the road with it, show yo' gold neck
Coppin' blow, put yo' toes on it, make some more grams
Let the poor two years old richer than some grown

Scarred elbows and a brain
A lot less pungent but eventually it smells the same
Of out-of-date normality
A best before performance which I needed

like
You going through mazes
Improving performances just by
Going through stages growing into a woman
I'll be going through changes
It will be something

like
You going through mazes
Improving performances just by
Going through stages growing into a woman
I'll be going through changes
It will be something

silver, pans for gutter gold. He mutters old forgotten songs
his father taught him, rolls on the floor. He rolls in alcoves,
gets caught in waterfalls down

losing my grip on reality 
Caught between dreams and salary 
Problems they feel like a gallery 
Run on my mind feel like I'm losing calories 
Thoughts are

real
You're parasitic don’t you get man I hate it when you all visit
My heart of gold it's gotten cold I’m isolated and I’m comfortable I’m feeling

the gallery plant a couple trees with the salary tuck in yo shirt 
And yo saturday sit in the alley with self without wallet or cell and just listen

Breathe

don't go that low 
Whoa 
You are my foe 
Whoa
I am considered a pro 
Yo
I am considered gold 
Yo
I'm about to battle you in my Shadow it's a hassle enter

I'm like a picture in a gallery
Watching as you pass me by
A multi-layered mystery
Painted face, master of disguise
Looked on by unseeing eyes
Locked