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Washing away my sorrows in $12 wine 

I should have been abducted
Abducted
My papa kicked the bucket
Bucket
His last words to me: suck it
Suck it
So take me

Talking Fishing Blues

Cisco Houston

Cisco Houston Sings the Songs of Woody Guthrie

1963

I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Something grabbed my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle

cuz I'm keeping tabs yeah

It's the state of mind
That got me flying
I don't really try new shit
But my nigga said it's fine
Said this shit will have

name on the dotted line
Shit, I'm in my bag, try me
It's colostomy time
You need to transform, Optimus Prime
Cause you ain't got a dime
You still livin

or bust my nine gonna
Find me a Madelyn Cline
When I'm at a rave everybody got knives out
Benoit Blanc both eyes on the prize caught a
Vibe with two thick

fifteen O's Fuck it
We need fifty mo Fuck it
I need fifty mo Fuck it
Re up give me mo Fuck it
She goin throw up in a bucket ima throw up get some buckets

you dizzy
But you look like you got hillbilly in your bones

So let's ditch this hole in the wall
Mix some sticks with a fifth of homemade alcohol

out my bucket list
My life a candle bih its lit
Run it up on da backstreet 
All my hoes on geek
Exclusive on my feet
Winnin, ain't have to cheat

utter damn
When current start to come in
It's sundress season somewhere 
I know
I'm just tryna see it all there
Before
My time is up
But My timing is...

that check
Got your girl next to me you know I finna hit
Got niggas jealous so you know I’m on my shit
I get buckets now, throwing out the ones I need

I'll never give up, I'm never done

[Chorus]

So let's keep fillin' up this bucket, step by step

This is no easy task, it takes all the breath from my

plate
And don't tell me no lies, I can see by that look on your face
Know that you want me to die
Round in my city i'm good, my family my burdens my hood

left my heart
The only chance I've got is
Another round, and one more
Empty glass up on the bar
An open wound that's yet to scar
I'm a bucket full

shit came straight from they colon
Go to sleep when I see the sun seven in the morning
My bitch riding your bitch snoring yeah
Took a few tabs I was

no, I don't miss him
In fact, it slipped my mind
There's a hole in the bottle of wine (Shania)

I keep my cool, play by all the rules
Hmm, I swear

Into delirium, I
Bake my eyes into the sun
Can't see shit but I can run
Shake the walls, the floor has spun
Into delirium
The heart's got a hole in it

he come slide
he ain't seen me in a while (It's been a minute)
I tell him come on my side
If he want a good time (Oouuuu)
Look, I been road running

still in amazement by how my nigga just blazing
So much money we making we just toss and just waste it
On bullshit making rain like Wayne and Fat
Got my

Talking Hard Work

Woody Guthrie

Folkways: The Original Vision

1988

way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work

Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been

up, got him hit
Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)
Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia
They don't know ya
R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja

Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois

up)
Pussy got wet up by the pool, he fell right in and made a splash (Brrt, Boom)
I just popped a pill, dropped a tab and smoked a L
It's safe to say

a little hole
In which I might dive

And with that we reach the
End of the first verse
Should have heard the one I wrote first
It was much worse
It was all

all the way in West Palm Beach
Your life ain't worth this chain around my neck, don't reach
Took a tab, I just peaked
Super rare, so unique
Yeah, I got