Lyrics:
there's no such thing
I'm gonna
[Chorus]
Make a lot of money
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Well I'm gonna quit this
Written by bob welch.
For a little peace in any season
I'd give up anything but your love
I don't want to trade, tryin' to be happy
That's only
Written by bob welch.
Don't think your dreams are sane
They're taking over your life
I stuck to you but I found out
That you was the crazy kind
Now
treasure you
If you let me treasure you
Ahh look at here, look at here
Well look at here, look at here
Ah what do we have?
Another pretty thang ready for
'Cause that pretty round thing looks good to me
Slow down
Never seen anything so lovely
Now turn around
And bless me with your beauty, cutie
'Cause that pretty round thing looks good to me
Slow down
Never seen anything so lovely
Now turn around
And bless me with your beauty, cutie
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
'Cause it's pretty hard to find a good man
Who gives a god damn...
When he's treated like Job by the powers that be
What are the rest of us fucks
“Frequencies of Life” lyrics - written and performed by Tyrone (2 Dub Official) Mosby
Life Frequencies
Alright, smooth it out
You know, one thing
That Vladimir Dukelsky (15) said, "Gee!"
My fingering a certain string
Was such a big thing
That Fanny's cousin Annie's
Taking lessons from me
I'm quite
The content of a man just in from the cold
With a pretty young thing by his side
But he threw it away like a lifetime wasted
Still learnin? what he ought
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
Chased by girls so pretty
Feeling dandy and all witty
Aching like a grape in the sunshine
I took a pill here, a pill there
I headed West somewhere
Christmastime in Motor City
But things ain't really pretty
Leather, streets of paper, rusty panties
Smell of money in the air
But you kip
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
on my knee and I told you lots of pretty things
Familial attention can't be bought like other toys, it can't be sold
And even if it could it wouldn't do
showers she's a pretty flower when she blossoms for me
Nice lil brown skin bitch no Hershey
Tits sit right and ha body real curvy
Any thing you want you
Girl you might want to be careful 'cause I'll steal you from your mister
My legs are pretty fast but my bicycle is quicker
I have very few aspirations
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
I'm bad at law, I'm bad at law, I'm good at other things but I'm really bad at law
Judge Learned Hand is shaking his learned head and applying his
Every stone a story, like a rosary
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Man In the Long Black Coat
Bob Dylan
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