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of the city anyway, so I will guide you from above. If you follow me I will get you to your friend Charlie.
Thank you! You’ve certainly taught an old dog some
got from him
SYD SINGS
But working with Charlie Wilson
That was a whole 'nother story
FUCKING YOUNG
I don't think I've ever been this stressed
And I feel so alive
Good don't come by without struggle
Standup when the building crumbles
Pain is just what dreams are made of
So put your hands
Listen, regarding you music and your playing, can you give me a little
background on when you started and how you started and how this
happened
This time I think I'm gonna stay.
Hey Charlie I think I'm happy
For the first time since my accident
And I wish I had all the money
That we used
about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don't system in the swallow kid
See drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey Charlie Brown, where
Between my momma, teacher, and my dad hey yo
(it's just another case of that old pta)
[Charlie Brown]
Yo teachers hate me the girls don't take me
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
water and Smack tells the
Crowd to hold it down
Yo this hater older than you think
But I gave this Alki his first shot
'fore he was old enough to drink
I
a deal
You see we split the money fair
Except for thirty percent to the county seat
To keep the law out of our hair
And old Charlie's working out real
Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-
"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie
all witches in throw'em in ditches
if you front to this you just kit stitches
down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz
should I begin trancept by
Riding round the city in a coupe yuh-nah, yeah
Tell a hater how'd you hate me now
I got the fire call me Charlie in the booth yuh-nah
You gotta rate me
Father wasn't there to make a father figure
Now I'm solving life equations without any figures
Dream overdose, nightlife overload
My dreams are way to big,
Not funded by Gilead Sciences
Funded by Blonded, independently
Let’s just get that out of the way
Club culture around late 70s and
80s nightlife
my pistol after I am dead
Think about me kindly as you look upon them all
I'll not see my Mother when the work's all done this fall
Charlie was
away
Business is off, no tourists on the street, another slow day
My boy Charlie's all I've got, the only friend I have in this world
But Charlie is
yourself, that's that self love
That nightlife means nothing
I'd rather sit by the campfire, tell some funny stories, maybe break a couple bones
Ran away from
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
"Damn Hermano, you crazy",
Look at my past and please recognise this,
Hermano Charlie's relentless and sick,
And I'm perfidious, quick with the tricks,
the distance up around the bend
Fourteen miles from the river and where it all began
Charlie was old Hank's boy and the last of a dying breed
A genuine cowboy,
Cause you've never been seen on camera
Wait a minute, you can't say you
Built this platform by yourself bitch
None of us can
That's a combined effort from
to back to back to back
With little bro when we found it
I was back to back to back to back to back to back
I was back to back with that Charlie
She could
the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side, Sunnyside
Is the blocks I run, South Acres, South Park
Niggas all got guns
Over here we got this code Charlie, get
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