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to put the fucking work in
I wanna be a singer in a famous band
I wanna see a load of money going in my bank
But you've been using
All the excuses you can

make you a singer?
If that's not what I want, why can't I stop noticing her?
I know the answer, why do I treat it like it's Schrödinger?
I don't wanna

Dwayne the Singer on the Beat

Daily, kickin' Chuck Taylor under the sunshine
Found a gold mine
Hip hop gave my life a melody (Sing It)
Spending all

God's girlfriend came up to me
In a dirty old dive where a country and western
Singer was playing
On the stage by the bar
Where she sat down

If Jigga was a singer
Look at my life
I can show you what it feels like
Ricky Ricky q yeah yeah yeah

Mercy, Mercy
Oh lord of mercy
Shawty bad like

loosens

Cometh Surt from the south, with the singer of twigs
The war god's sword like a sun doth shine
The tall hills sway and the trolls stagger
Men fare

done?
How did I lose you?
I'm sorry
I miss you more than you'll ever know
Admitting I'm wrong
Is hard for me

I'm no singer
Just hopeless romantic

dress
Oh, you a singer? Still in positions to make that happen Woo, woo
I can see you want it all, don't go sell your masters
Don't go sell your dreams,

heard I'm a singer now she wanna link up
Got the bread like brink trucks
We ain't got opps but if we do them N***** just wanna be us
He showing Glocks

it
Uh rapper wit hoes like uh R&B singer
And I aint gon stop till Im finally famous
Im sellin them cookies like my name is Amos
My rhymes is so funky

Karmas a hard act to follow

Artist paints his hell
Brick by brick
Writer gets his blocks
Singers lost his voice once at the gig
Yet all of them want

and life-givers, singers of the peaceful songs
And I'd rather see the men just a little less like men
And remember from whose bodies they were born

I'd like to see

Jag minns en gammal bil från sextiett
Den var rostig men den startade rätt så lätt
När jag smorde in kolven med vaselin
Gick den bättre än en Singer

Dwayne the Singer on the beat
When I'm in the zone, stepping in the pandemonium (Pandemonium)
Remnants of apocalypse, stalking on my every move

And yea I meant this finger
And you know I ain't no singer
Finger burner that's a stinger ooh
Okay I'm rapping and you know this shit is clapping
Finger

I'm a swinger
Or a swimmer
But I'm a singer

I wanna spin
This pot
Like  I wanna
Spin my track back
Too bad
I'll feel my song
Too long
Like my money

Sprig of Thyme
Traditional. Joseph Taylor sang this to Percy Granger in 1908. I sing it in memory of Lincolnshire folk singer/collector Brian Dawson.

When I was just a little boy everybody told me
You can be whatever you wanna be
So I told myself I'mma be a singer, I'mma play on the keys
I can do

things I do
Yeah
Been a singer and a dancer for most of my life
And drumming with some rudiments
And practicing like every night
I betcha bottom dollar

fete, quartet, cu mine cinco
Sunt prea bun, coaie, One True Singer
Te schilodesc by finger
Pizdei tale-i dau finger
Plug walk, târfe tac
Milioane, a milli

I'm Micheal Jackson

Ashe you be karashika
Hmmm
Ashe you be karashika

I'm that type of singer
With a different kind of ginger
Just vibe with it
Get

fresher
You want a diploma
We go pretend say you be singer
And I de video you with camera
Tell me that it's mine
Tell me that it's mine
Tell me that it's

My father was a clown in the circus
And my mother was a singer on the stage
And I was just a kid in a cartoon world
But I was about to come of age

You niggas stand up, you niggas all jokes
I'll kill all ya dreams and ya high hopes
Make a girl pop singer hit a high note
In an all white fit, I'm