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a lick
He said I make love songs so I tried to hit his bitch
But I put my glove on, I ain’t tryna have no kids
This ain’t no love song, this just is what

back to doing what I love.
Another day with my head up in the clouds.
Another day at the races with the Chao.
My one and only goal: maintain my Chaos

to Venice, Italy
All for your love girl 
Baby, move in with me
 
I'm not kidding baby (baby, if you want I'll write you a song) 
I'll write you a song

Oh oh oh oh oh oh uoh uoh uoh
Yeah 
Every word I write
Every poem I site
Every line by line
I wanna see you smile 
Every breath I take 
Every joke I

burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.

I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back

paranoid about you seeing other men
Maybe I was bugging out
Baby tell me that I'm wrong
Tell me I don't gotta write another song
Tell me I didn't misread

Street
Who call themselves The Fugs

In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs

if
You try to deny it
I’ll write another song
Where I’ll expose you on
& name the title after you
I’ll prolly get Steph
To spit a bar or two
But you

Will I Ever Get A Chance To Sing My Songs Someday Before I'm Dead?
words and music by Jose Promis

I finished this song, and then I set it down
I

another song, just keep the hits coming)
(No stopping, no other options)
(Throw it to the wind, I'm done with caution)
(Make music, money, money)
(Write

another story told by the wind
How do I know that you really care for me?
And how do I know that you're really there for me?
I could write a thousand songs

live
If it's really gonna be that shit uHUH
If it's really gonna be that shit
I'll write another song
I tied it up in ribbons i put the sparkle on
I

across the land 
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand

Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I

songs
I can see you bop your head
Better yet go down
And do it like a bobble head
I met her at a show I kind of like her
By the end of night I'm a pipe

Love ya baby
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
I'm on my

are my sisters
We're there for each other
All By the blood of the Lamb we've been covered
As Jesus loves us we gon love one another
And I was holding

The other day seen this girl
Walk by the other way
I would have spoke but when I looked
At her she looked the other way
Had it been another day I

Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then

that
I'm the one who's behind your love

And I'm gonna fly
Even if I have to wait too long
I'll just write another song

Cos I'm gonna try
Even if I

gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found

This song isn't encouragement
Rather, it's a song disguised as a lesson of do's and do not's
I want to make sure that you do not travel down my road,

you, see myself getting bucks with you
Keeping count
Of right and wrongs
Will help me write another song or keep this fire going strong
Until we burn

love in another life
And you don't even gotta be my fucking wife
I want you in my life 'til I fucking die
I'll tell you all the reasons that I'm fuckin'

things I'm not prepared to
Take on another battle
But that is only till you
Sing a song to me
Take my hand and I will never leave
I'll be there by your