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Thing by my side safety is off always ready to pop
Ready to fuck up any instrumental soon as it drop
Pay no attention to the hooplah the rumors gossip

the strength to do a pull-up
Everybody talkin' bout me like I came and went
Your opinion doesn't matter
Don't contribute to the rent
I remember instrumentals

That's when my heart starts to glide
You send me into a trance
My posture gets weak and it's hard for me to stand still
My legs start to dance at will
Hard

Blue skies, green trees
Roll around the city on the hot concrete
Got me feeling jiggy when she dance on me
Me and all my brothers got the gasoline

The ones thats always trolling
The friend who takes you by surprise
That's why you call him woedie
One more drink till I hit that turn up
We don't really hit

a pencil
That's my my mind speaking to me while I'm on this instrumental
I'm not giving up
Just going through a rough time so pick me
Just give a fuck
That's

dare my to talk to talk
I think ill take time
And dance my walk
I rock

You can make bets
Bout How I'll flop

I  hear them doubts
I block a lot

I got

unbeknownst to us
We can see their influence regularly
Through the expression of eyes
That dance and dart without colour
(instrumental)

and y'all call that pussy
I'ma get my ones when the time come, right now I ain't with that wolf
Tryna fuck lil shawty spine up, give her dick and keep it

Oh
Oh, woah
Hey, hey
I'm like, damn girl, what you doing by yourself
If you make a move, I might melt
I heard you're into drinking, well we got

and storms, His grace, behold.

As the seasons change, and time unfolds,
In the dance of grace, where beauty molds,
God's love, a symphony, in stories untold,

to daddy when I miss you baby mama
Face by my tummy when I dance instrumental

While I bless it to your mama cause I have her cell number
Girl I can give you

Jaded, no time for that
Hit the moon, you can see where the mind been at
shawty wanna treat me like a broke iphone by the way that she tryna tap 

me

“HERE  COMES THE WHISKEY”
WRITTEN BY CAROL J. STYRON

INTRO:  EM (GUITAR DOWNWARD GLISSANDRO)  
VERSE 1:  
WE ALWAYS START OFF GREAT, HAVING

this instrumental off the goose mane
Hot down, when I get with you we gon' do things New sound is continental to my new space
New dance tangled together

By the time u Twirl ur punk ass back
Betta have my Grants
Music ain't got nuthin 2 do WiTiT
U in a Trance, Marathon like Nip Huss
Tour De France like

echoes that brought others to life.
 A churning current carried him along,
 And barely noticing them writhe,
 The man pulled the fish out one by one.

of bridgeport
Raised out in t-town i
Was rocking my jansport
I must keep my hands warm
That winter storm hit more like sandstorms
But get up and dance more
I’m

Check
Back at it again
If I taught you how to walk this way
Could you follow in my footsteps and not go stray
Would you keep it bound by honor