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a different habitat
Just to cut my grass the landscaper
Make a half a stack
I'm the truth and you a lie, commit suicide
Just dose off in a coffin
And take

Game Still Recognize Game

Coo Coo Cal

Walkin' Dead

1999

I come two quarters slip 'n fall 
Besides I gotta gang a trunks 
backin me up with pumps, and they all ball 
I kinda want to mention names 
Just

Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,

I body your man 
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam 
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find

it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

GALAHAD:  Look, [something] as much peril as I can.
LAUNCELOT:  No, we've got to find the Holy Grail.  Come on!
GALAHAD:  Well, let me have just a little bit

You should have a heart attack
I'm chargin' Smack cause I do a
Great job, I been the truth
I'm talkin' facts
You just bend the truth and
Come with

I Just Came Home to Count the Memories

John Anderson

Greatest Hits [Warner Bros.]

1984

said I guess son not today

I just came home to count the memories
That I've been carrying in my mind
I just came home to count the memories
Of a better

to the blessings that he granted you"

Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just

Count Me Out

Foxy Shazam

Foxy Shazam

2010

me out
If this what love is all about
You can count me out, baby count me out
Just count me out

(you can count me out yeah)

Boy come home from

made for a cold Saturday
For me to come over
Plug in and play
Who knew how many memories
Waited down Middle Lake Road

Along came cal with his bass

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

I Ain't the One

Scarface

The Fix

2002

on
I'm a front-line pusher, for the cheese, I stay on the defense
Stay by the lane and the gutter, bitch, I ain't no sucka
Not the one

Come on now, ah

leave this place
I don't want to
Be here for one
More minute and I
Just gotta and uh
God I miss this fucking shit

I can't count the times
That I
I can't

I just said, "I guess, son, not today"

Just came home to count the memories
I've been carrying in my mind
Just came home to count the memories

what the deal? What you wearin'? I be drippin' (what)
Cal Ripken's hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (home run)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy

Reflexions of the Disillusioned


By Jeff Knight











Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously

Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
Got designer patterns on my

Rippin'

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

points
I like to count bank but I don't roll joints
I'm a hardcore be	-Boy sitting on a throne
Never hanging on a ave' just kick it at home
Girlies

Family Reunion

Portishead

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

mint condition
Or the sig in the car you dissin' muah
Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad
I

they had they doubts I'll prove em wrong so count me in
Walkin tall like a man don't never fall or no stumblin 
Runnin this shit like I'm Robert Smith

through the bottle, Man this shits depressing
It's like I'm playing Russian Roulette with a Smith & Wesson
And I'm just try'na count my blessings but

with love to show
With no one's hand to hold
It was her, don't blame me
This was just our destiny
And let the loneliness unfold
Then come find me out