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her daddy's arm, he walked her down the aisle

She stood by Tommy at the altar
With a ring he said he loved her
But there is no time for love when

west
My exterior is fresh and I'm not perfect
But I'm workin' towards being the best man
The color of your vibe is quite the first impression
Being by my

Tommy
Aye
Must be a poet I'm digging these lines
American Psycho I'm losing my mind
I don't need a bitch I think I'll be fine
I'm wasting my liver she

(Lil Veza)
Tommy shirt
Tommy belt
I don't care, how you felt
Imma witch, yeah, gonna do a spell
I sold my soul, you know I'm goin' to Hell
Wait, no I

back
I seen the walls so if I had to keep
It we had to run up the sacks
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger
I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat,

need a sling)
(I got crippled by money)
(Thirty-Three Kareem)
(Money yao Ming) (ah ah)
(Samir, pick up the fucking pho-)
Tell your mans to up the score

On a Sunday afternoon in the mountains of Kentucky
In a valley long ago and far away
The peacefulness was shattered by the sudden crack of gunfire

Tom Joad

Country Joe McDonald

Thinking of Woody Guthrie

1969

Tom Joad got out of that old McAlester pen
'Twas there that he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad came

It's syernide and tommy
All liars get bodied I'm fire ill climb in your lobby
I'm blacked out hood up hat down I might set fire to your hobby
You can

don't do drive by's we
Do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart
And then taste it

Til I pop out with that switch and put it on repeat
Listen up man, you don't be coming at me like that alright
Man, I come in the name of Jesus by

Forgive me lord for i have sinned
We rob and steal to try to win
Im by myself dont need a friend
Ive failed befor ill try again
If i get robbed befor

I'm a Flirt [Remix]

R. Kelly

Double Up

2007

a flirt)
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man lookin' at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring

papi I just want the sloppy
Could of hit him with the Tommy he kept walking by me
side bitch text me sorry
Fuck me up when I looked down at the body
Like

How’s Tømmy? man he’s doing fine
Waking up to money on his mind x2

cheese
It's Tommy pickles 
You win some and lose some 
Let's see where that train of thought get you 
I think I can I think I can on this track 
Had

I'm with jug on the road, they said they love me I don't know
Yea yea

Remember them times I was down by my lonely
Had no one to check up right on me

Yeah
He's so Immaculate
Aye
Yeah Yeah
Lil baby Jesus inside of his mommy
He coming with all power and some force like He's Tommy
It's hard when ya good

the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his  bitch, got her callin' me papa
Old school drip, no dada

out, by the bench now
Chillin' on the boat, saw the ice cream truck out
Sixteenth, to the boat, then they fly out
Man, I thought that I would lose it,

On My Way

Styx

Return to Paradise

1997

Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead vocals by Tommy Shaw

"...everybody plays this one right, everybody gets a fresh, hot latte and a scone..."

Oh what

all strapped 
But people get shot just for talkin like that 
Why you wanna threaten 
My life going side ways 
Man you cap about them 
Drive bys and high

& I heard that he fucked
How you already got another body? (body)

Girl you gone make me wanna catch a body
The Tommy, aim it at his head
Commit

me and the youngest of the Roberts girls
She now lives near Dallas has been married and divorced to the same man twice and is employed by Raytheon