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You could say I'm plastered, 'cause I hit the wall
I lost count after 21 in the college crawl
Well, I been a boozin' bastard
They're callin' me

Let's get it these niggas act like they
Can't get they issue
Bring Swerve out the cut and I
Send him to get you
Pull up like, "Who wanna see me?"
Try me

squarely.

Who lived in a world of length and width, but no height. In flatland as it was known, everything was flat.

The houses, trees, even

Same niggas claim who I love, identify who I was (identify who I was)
I was facin' a year, but since you told, I'm facin' a dub
I text my dawg, I was

The Ballad of the Blue Cyclone

Ray Stevens

Greatest Hits [RCA #2]

1987

"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.

Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put

Full moon rise at night
That's why you act so wild

Hold her hand just like a child
Coke nose, bet you snort it out the pile
They all mad I can tell by

our souls, you bet
Get those contracts
We are a duo he won't soon forget

Here on Inkwell Island
Oh where shall we begin?
One by one, we will win
We

on the beat, by the way)
Look, look

I'm about makin' money
Laughin', jokin' when there's nothin' funny
You wasn't there, can't get nothin' from me
I did

the same person I used to be when I was a kid
A lesser gold version of who you love now that I've made it big
"So entertaining"
They say, as I dig my own

the chalk around it
I got the full baggage
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain't even the full package
Someone tell Quincy I turn beef

Well the Garden of Eden 
Must have been a lonely place 
Funny how the world turns 
Now it's full of snakes 
Careful where you tread child 
There's so

alright
No not really, steppin outta the light
When depression hit, i felt like it was too late
Dump the ego to view in full version
My 3rd eye is in

look at us
And if you is I bet you lookin up
How I come with Young Money in the clutch
Like Mike make me take your lunch money
Or brunch and your punch

It's always me, I'm just getting what I put out obviously
My destiny must be to overcome all of they jealousy
I'm trying to be better version

on you
Your best bet's out the window
Before the truck runs outta gas
You'll end up dead just like the rest
Cause that's her kind of trash
Lust grows by

placing more bets on the slower horse
Get in touch with a different kind of life force
And realize that doing less is doing more
Ya gotta think about who

of that up
I don't tell my business (Nah) that don't mean I ever had to snuck
Black out clothes you know that's my fashion
Bet you by the day that I'm 40

high
Nothing can spoil it
One more step
It’s down the toilet
Snoot full of dust
With a spoon to boil it
Choking on the pieces of a dream you can’t ingest

chores   
If you ain't getting any better then what the fuck you writing bars for
Call me Godfather part four, but the porn version so it's hardcore 

I

i'll tell anyone who'll listen
i ain't missing you 
and when i'm drunk i don't get into dissin' you 
not even once
after all i'm better off all by myself

Nineteen sixty-three we'll be fancy-free
Yeah, yeah! We could start again
A better class of men

Find a whole new scene
Let's write to Steve McQueen!

A Couple of versions of myself you may have seen over the years
The version you see now is who I am
This note is covered in tears
Me and you, we used to face

to struggle even though I don't admit it
Cause before things go for better, it'll probably be a minute
You're full of love and passion so be careful to who you

Where do I begin to start?
You left me here on this frontier
And who thought life would pass us by
So fast you didn't bat an eye?
Now I'm standing in