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the cards won't decline
And not just for me, I'm talking bout the fam when I say me and mines
Our American dream plus a piece of the pie to build a bakery

I Get Wrecked

Tim Dog

I Get Wrecked

1993

kickin love songs you can keep
Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap
No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that
What you see you see,

holiday
JAM rock from europe to the uk its okay brand new weed song
Burn by yard man and americans constant weed meditation found on the grave of king

women you wish you had 
Ayyy
Let em know goin against me is a mismatch 
Had to Make a couple songs 
Had to put the squad on 
Yah Picture perfect like

own songs all by myself, tied to

The legacy that I tried to 
Derive from your artistry and drive through, right? Oooh
But I just wish you were here

and the pictures you paint
Prolly sing all of your songs cause they relate to your pain
The by product of that was the money and fame
A couple real bad groupies that

breakfast,
at night.

A party is startin' at night,
and the lonely lounge club singers become physically demented,
while the man behind the wall is dying
in

will King listen to this music?
Huzoor
His Ashram is in Vrindavan nearby
if you don't mind we can go there and
listen to his song huzoor
Ok...
Birbal,

I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one

song
Feelin’ like King David from the book of Psalms
Now my soul set free and I’m bout to take flight
Like a 747 homie on the late nite
New attitude

goddamn
Fuck that motherfucker Uncle Sam
He's not my kin, not related to that guy
You do the work, but he takin' half of the pie

You workin' class, he bend

Singing Christmas roundelays
All in harmony

String the bright red berries up
Bake a Christmas pie
Dress the tree with nuts and twigs
Trim the candles high

of his praise
The singer of his song; marveling, engrossed, solemn, watching
When came Man, so much like I
When came Man, borrowing His breath
When came

Typical on the beat

Locked up in a cubicle
I’m praying for my soul
Lord won’t you hear my song
Singing for the African child but he won’t listen

Psuedo African American
The kings and queens of Mali
Still linger in the back of
My skull
Ever since that overhaul
I been savage like
Pizarro fightin

Flight Life we reppin til the end of time
Lookin down on you niggaz cause we up high
My whole team eatin, with they on piece of the pie
We hungry, so

Micki
So you might be asking "Who's micki"
Micki free is a guitarist a singer and a real zinger
A Native American and a good samaritan
He won a grammy for

you were respected 
By a small but loyal following 
But not so royal hollow kings 
Don't make it to their throne by fans alone 
You had to borrow things

And yes, the same place that great general Ass King Mohammed overthrew the Songhai dynasty
From within

I'm from a country devastated by the violent

do, they think we a stupid bunch (nah, listen)
Listen
Don't, get, confused
By the enemies upon the news
Smile and take a bite, and then they chew
While

Three Americans stopped for provision 
At a store owned by José Andrade
Andrade gave an accurate description of Meyer
As being one of them

If it wasn't for Molly, I wouldn't be
You booted your weed and changed the culture
Made songs about molly,
Them bitches love it
I swear them niggas

Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers

Ooo Laur, you're my only king
Ooo Laur , I'm your only queen
Oohooh
We will rule the globe
Let the world know that
How our love reigns
Forevermore,