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of kids
That stuck with you like a gluestick
You almost had a girlfriend
Maybe one, two, or four
How the fuck you let the little one just walk out the door

of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super

I rolled right up to her front door
That sweet little angle oh my Lord
She got a smile could stop my heart
Lucky I am to get this far
Come, come along

whip
Never was a little nigga, signed my own permission slips
The acid hits by sunrise, niggas that's a day trip
Close your eyes, imagine if niggas

your own business
Even if I'm on my knees 
I'm free as a bird, and I have golden wings (and I've got golden wings)

I like my wine a little sweet

Mystery, find it intriguing
Or really confusing
I'm just assuming, it would come naturally
You're so sweet, could kill off all my teeth
I have

Three little birds sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to worry
Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet
Little girls, double-dutch

Throw Your Hands in the Air

Raw Fusion

Basic Beats Sampler

1992

suspicious
"Aiyyo John, what's up with these bah-bies?"
He said, "I just can't know, I just met em"
And then I heard "Get em!"
I looked up, a forty-five at my

to start
“Hello, bonsoir!”, smiling from behind him
The moon still watching quietly, building on the mystery
Not long, till they danced to her favorite song

a mystery man
I didn't know much about him, but he's been in the can
Name's Jason, he's a bad boy with no reasoning
To be honest, I don't know what Les'

Even hum a little something sweet by Clint
Black while you stroke and caress my tender nut sack.  Like it rough
bitch, don't ya. I can bring the pain.

my way, swing my way
For my sexy sexy girl with yo' sexy ahh
I'm a little intimidated by your smile, by your look
I'm a little intimidated by your sexy

of night
Reliving the past as I shut my eyes
Almost taken by the reapers plan
Now Im taken by the sandman
Sandman, sandman
Being petty doesn't look good

Getting this money I'm stacking my cake
Black Superhero but I don't need a cape
My little John getting straight to the cake
Play with my nigga
Heaven awaits

what you see as lies are mysteries to the carnal eyes
I think we stand on different sides I see a six you see a nine
What I believe you call it lies what

were never sweet
Peace was hidden in the ground beneath the feet
Things was not so bright
Life was nothing but a fight

Lost every little thing that

I've been graced by this holy place, oh
In my hometown, that sweet green sound
On the borderlines, life is so divine
Is it a given?
But I've seen

away
Playing with fire at leisure 
Feeling the heat from the embers 
Paying the price for your pleasure

It's not a mystery
Little by little you come for

Ride Through the Country

John Michael Montgomery

Ride Through the Country

2008

Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford
I just came here to do a little song for y'all
'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
I

You took a mystery and made me want it
You got a pedestal and put me on it
You made me love you out of feeling nothing
Something that you do
And I

"Little baby, then just take a chance"
My name not John Madden, but I always been known for making a play
I don't understand why everything I do be leaving

Well he was born in the country inside of a barn
Just out of town on a little old farm
He slept in a manger with the cows and the sheep
Sweet Mother

As I tell you a little part of ma story
About what God been doin in me
It's an amazing thing God is always Listening I ask God for something God

I stop hearts with the flows
That I’m coming with
Spitting so sweet, yeah
I know you can stomach it
Your book’s made for kids just
To help them read?