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You got to open your mind up and kick both your feet up
I'll hit you with a tale of how the five of us were meet up
We're just five guys who want
Mama
Standing right by the bed
With my hands near his throat, Mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
I just
an entertainer now, Ivan
I used to be a farmer just like you
I got a wife and three kids
And this may sound a little unpatriotic
But to me
These are more
an entertainer now, Ivan
I used to be a farmer just like you
I got a wife and three kids
And this may sound a little unpatriotic
But to me
These are more
decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I
Little did I know, though I probably should have guessed
By the way you walked and talked and spoke and smoked an dressed
You actually seemed
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was born just a little
Behind or ahead of my time
I live in a dream world
Of caring and sharing
And good guys and nobody lies
I'm a believer
with that
I'd never make you feel like that, cause
I love me
I love me enough for the both of us
That's why you trust me
I know you been through more
it's thick or if it's thin
Both the times and your figure, girl, this is who I am
I love you baby, that's real talk, and this life we live is a real
I spin that radio dial around
And hear nothing but "We've Only Just Begun"
I swear some guy in a suit somewhere
Is laughing at his little fun
I
Champagne toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars
I'd rather be live at The Tunnel with Flex
Then on the corner holdin' bundles, next
[Styles]
The Little Daddy Shane
[Little Daddy Shane]
The mic is all mine
MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry
The cops passed by, but he stayed calm
Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself,
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
And Southern funk flows from the
Past far out into cyberspace
But it's all bounded by rabid confidence and
The wide open humour evident in
Both the conciliatory
by
You never get it back
So live every minute
Like it was your last
And just dance (dance), mm
Come on play (play)
And tell somebody you love
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
If I were a rich man
With a million or two
I'd live in a penthouse
In a room with a view
And if I were handsome, it could happen
Those dreams do come
from the heart
Get your little fingers off my stereo
Who the hell doesn’t like Guy Clark?
I got a mouth full of bad words
All we do is yell and shout
If
In the hour of darkness our worlds collide.
Assailed by a madness that has plagued our lives.
At the point of departure on the eve despair'
No
Three weeks ago one of my dreams came true.
I finally got to see something I've always wanted to witness live.
I finally saw someone get hit by
of ganja
A guy a look coke, send him go live a Colombia
Smoke the weed suh 'til mi eye dem a bleed
Me can't get the chronic, well di killer a leave
still by my side
But that was yesterday
I had the world in my hands
But it's not the end of my world
Just a slight change of plans
That was yesterday
But
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