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roll away
Alright, oh, whoo!

She's my old lady
Born to behave
The tunnels were flooded
I couldn't escape
Someone came with a radio
Lowered by pail
Now

and hail
When you put your baby in the garbage pail
Then you kissed the kid and put down the lid
And you tried to forget what you just did, Huh!
The muffled

help my body heal my soul.
Dead men working, a sinner, a saint.
Mixing up a pail of paint.
Painted the house, black as night,
When the sun came up

You walk the foggy trail and you carry a pail
While dreading where you sail
I hear the cars drive by
While blasting lullabies for the stupid kind
I have

spent away
Ive got no use for summer days... 

But those summer nites
When the wind is cool and you loose all sense of time
Countin fireflies by the pail

to survive
When the moon replaces the sun
But just as the dawn at last is reborn
I know
My peace will come

And am I pail with fright
Or covered in a frost

turn and say its you talking bout that you was hating maaan 
STOP THAT nigga where yo heart at lunch pail and hard hat
Boi you was born to be a maaan
Now

momma on the edge of town 

Late one night she hopped to the well
To fetch a pail of water and then she fell
She called for Momma as she burst through

Me and my brother like bucket and pail
Niggas can’t get a clue how a nigga prevail
Cuz all they know is shoot send a nigga to hell
I’m chasing

back the veil The fact you failed
Will you lead back to track the trail and drag the pail
Up to the well and draw from it 'till your cup overflows
You

dead

Satan Cries as he licks up my blood
His heartless eyes know I'm misunderstood

Doing it all wrong 
My baby's in a thong
And you've got a pail

in the water
It is delicious 
It is cool and pure

You will fill your pails soon
And trudge them back to the big house

But for now
You have time

the sack lunch
Churn up
Ice in my lunch pail tryna yearn up
Driving nails in your motherfucking coffin
No key cause I'm motherfucking locked in
No way

Spin life's dice uncertain, product of a botched conversion
Now let's not mince words, blind mice with tails chopped
Knife, keep lunch pails hot, why do

never go to jail, I just pay the pail out of my pocket
I will never ever touch a girl, she will just ride on my rocket
If that bitch ever try to snitch

painted were the black and blues...

It's a theme park set off the trail
Building castles with no sand pail
We better get out of the rain

Starting to catch

said don't follow in his example, keep your nails in a pail

I'm gonna dance no matter where my feet find me
I'm gonna squeal until I can 
Da-ee a-ee

the road
You trudging could be a steep hill
So be chill there’s seven days in a
Week still imma fetch the pail
And go back for a refill
You just gotta see it

Jack and Jill went up the hill
Water pail went up to fill
Crowns got broken, fallin' down
Jill said "I'm out" and went uptown
Little Bo Peep done lost

rough, till it's fine nuff 
Avast an outcast
Days and night I have outlast
Nigga made out of nails
Impaling and lifting vails to no avail
Pale pail in

His only son lookin down his father dead
Shirt soaked like a pail of water on his head
We stayed with his body for hours till it went cold
Jus like my

through the woods
Running through trails
Playing in the sand with a shovel and a pail
We were happy
But we've gotta move on
One day I hope to see you again

wrecked
As the train derail local rappers bail
Half ain’t Jack so go fetch a pail
Climb a hill with no rhyming skill
They Can’t keep a beat but they say

Computer love make you sing like Adele
Iron hard make you drip like pails