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Thrasher

Neil Young

The Document

2015

credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my

Thrasher

Crazy Horse

Rust Never Sleeps

1979

credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my

the Black Market
My dawgs
Drag ass on ya carpet
Got leverage
Funds to hemorrhage
Finishing touches on your
Beverage
Cruel methods
No ethics
Certified maniac

as the top of a mountains
Or lows, as the valleys below
All together is in harmony
So, let's not pretend
Let's give each other a hand
Let's give each other

my shot and it's wet
Prolly can tell by the net
Give me that rock and that shot you ain't blockin
We run down the court like a jet
Might have to tell

Listen to me i'm standing like a tree
Bound by my roots to where i want to be in life
Don't give me no strife
I'll stab you with my knife like words

It hard for them to understand
How it feels in these veins
But something’s got me by the hand

And that’s why I spend most my nights alone with this

coming my way
Cos I'm in my bag like a book
Focus on my grind, I shoot
Aim for the stars not the moon
Hands to the plough working, until I reap all

slowly to a miserable state
For my mistakes
Is it fate
We don't see eye to eye anymore
I won't keep holding on if you refuse to
Hand in hand
I'll see you

of strangers

We're prisoners in darkness
Rats in a cage with anger
And hunger to fuel our rage
More of the same each bloody day
Best you should stay out of our

BB

Roy Woods

Say Less

2017

Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby

Take me slowly, don't rush this baby
Get in the drive-way

Baby don't ask me to stop, not tonight
You know I was born with the wheel in my hands
The pedal roars, my red engine
Your teeth crunching in my

I'm generous
I just been stacking up my leverage
Stuck up in her brain like a hemorrhage
Baby fell in love with my cleverness
I ain't clean pipes in

Looked me dead in my eyes
N i couldn't feel the love

Everytime u try to break me down
Its fuels me up
Might take a lose today
But il come thru in

Skipping beats like a heart on your way there
Making jokes as you go, hard to talk, yeah
Fossil fuels pouring down with your hands there
You're my

One million little bandaids

When I was a child I was frozen as a stone
Scared to take a risk and fail even in my home
I didn't know what to do

hemorrhage and so i further take onto my challenge and so i continue that this what we do song flu ballot procedure —->JOHN (aka Sporty-P.M.Studios) oooh its

Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise
Karma fuels my appetite
Feel it in your alkaline
Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise

the temple gates
An entire lifetime trying to free my mental state
In this mysterious land is its grand climax
From the cradle to the grave
My hands I grasp

no fight they runnin from the light
Come and fight feel the might of right
It'll be aight come and stand by my side in truth
Free humanities guerilla

on my own

The music takes me high to ceiling
I'm floating in air
My body just needs hands on me
Somebody care
My eyes beckoning for approaching
I'm

own
The music takes me high to ceiling
I'm floating in air
My body just needs hands on me
Somebody care
My eyes beckoning for approaching
I'm falling

been smarter
Push through the pain
Let it fuel me like energy
It's demon time I feel bad for my enemies huh
I'm going I'm going cant stop
Give me 3

Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
You need a subwoof' to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let