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small boy
See how bills gather for convoy
Small win wey the boy suppose to enjoy
Then along comes the devil tryna steal all my joy
God said to put him

Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap

I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy

all strung out by our bills and our fares
It's our future it's not
Truth or
Lies
Don't get me wrong I'm a hypocrite
I'm too small minded to give a shit

Tonight they're shutting down the borders
And they boarded up the schools
Small towns are rolling up their sidewalks
One last paycheck coming

BOTH ON OUR WAY OUT
YOU ALWAYS KNEW WHEN YOU HEARD ME CRANK THAT CHEVROLET 
I WAS ON MY WAY
I DRIVE AROUND AND ALL THAT I SEE NOW
IS A DAMN SMALL TOWN,

I'm thinking God's
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts
Yeah, and that's a small thing for
The price that I was bought
When it's on the line I want

the streets
Side by side, watchin' hustles, now she blazed like the streets
This is for my women living in the struggle
Getting brought into this world

the streets
Side by side, watchin' hustles, now she blazed like the streets
This is for my women living in the struggle
Getting brought into this world

everything
Who run the world 
Who run the world nigga girls 
Now days we want the blue strips 
And pink slips
Give a fuck bout no diamonds and pearls 
We get

River let
Me get a blue bar
Over 30, 000 dead in the Mexican War
Let us bow our head give 'em respect
That's my flag boy, every
Tennesseee ain't got no

pin-prick
Where its roots are quick?
See the eye, by a fly's foot blurred
Ear, when a straw is heard
Scratch the brain's coat of curd!

Foul be the world

groupies 
They try step behind me but slip on thin ice and I hit the goosies 
And crack cube black Jew 
Looking for a blue vibe tip of the flame 
You outer

Talkin' World War III Blues

Bob Dylan

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964 - Concert at Philharmonic Hall

2004

was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin'
"Tell your ma, tell your pa
our loves are gonna grow ooh-wah, ooh-wah"

I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue
I

Talking World War III Blues

Bob Dylan

Don't Look Back

1967

your Pa
Our loves are gonna grow ooh-wah, ooh-wah

I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue
I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time

Tonight they're shutting down the borders
And they boarded up the schools
Small towns are rolling up their sidewalks
One last paycheck coming

We live in a pale blue dot!

The set of all sensations, feelings and emotions
All our thoughts, eternal hopes
Reflections and questions
Every

stumbled across
It still feels like, by God, the world revolves around us

We're given feet to go walking, but we're say up in the air
We're handed cedar

wouldn't trade it for the rest of the world
I'm from where the street lights stop
I'm from where the big bucks drop
I'm from where we cut our crops
I'm from

it's chance

When the world forgets we lived here at all
Cause we were just so damn small, we'll stand tall, and recall
That our love was the greatest

a curse 
Jointed together, a blessed sight 
Bonded by the cosmic fight 

Our cosmic fight is over and inspired 
But now we are impossibly tired 
We didn't

and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever

are blue cheese
Make some money then proceed
Schoolin' someone to turn 1 into 3
Judgin' my life by a dime
money on my mind all the time
Try to look

way back
I'm on the wave, yeah I'm like a durag
Counting all these blue bills, I put them in my blue bag
I'm cripping
Like Lebron James, I be dishing
In

All work no play makes Logan a dull boy
All play no work makes Logan's life worse
Small taste of joy when buying that new toy
But the high wears off