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They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights

Here upon this prairie hill
Shepherds all are we
Watching o'er our flocks by night
Angels come and see

Steady how the oxen pull
Home is close at hand

How She Could Yodel

Hank Snow

The Yodelling Ranger (1936-1947)

1994

Come listen to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl
That I chanced to meet on the prairie
T'was a night in June by the western moon
That I met my

Phone: Hmm, is there something else I can help with?

I didn't ask for help in the first place.

Phone: I don't understand-

Neither-

I didn't ask for

majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR:  Be quiet!
DENNIS:  --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR:  Be quiet!  I

walk by, talk fly
See what my game like
The League gettin crackin like a
Safe in a bank heist what?
Nigga you ain't nice, nigga just think twice
It's Tay

saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones

Vibes Only
Pure Vibes On Me
Work
If the gas on
Hit the gas on em like skirt
I’ll be whippin whippin whippin
Till I’m whippin in a vert
Making sacrifices

summertime
Some people come to VA to get away
We out here on the East Coast
Every night, every day
There must be something in the water
They say Virginia

I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up

stay close to you

We mix Vodka with fire
Put my hands on your lighter
Sparkling stars in the night
Burn it up, let it blow
Put my skin in

Sweet and pure as time passes by

We sit on that gold prairie
As the moon pours the faint light
Softly she whispers so wise
On this clear cloudless night

A lot y'all hate behind computer screens
In person never bring that same energy
You and I, we're not in the same league
(no we're not in the same

Bitch I'm a dog like prairie
You can’t be hearing me clearly
I got yo hoe in the Bentley
But she playing like a rec league
All her friends birds like Jeff

beauty I leave alone here
To die by the dark of night
So, I’ll strike myself a warming fire
Lay my old saddle down
Sip on a hot cup a coffee
Hear

yeah my hand
But soon to be is something I pondered in my head
Roll up, smoke up, skate out, and catch bread
Stay up, blank out, that cycle till I'm dead

I have trouble believing
You'd sincerely know the feeling
That I had passing you by
Like a comet in the night sky
Burning bright and crystallized

broad day
Like he fit the description
Pure disrespect, while you rappin'
I don't really be listenin'
Ya bitch want somethin' dark in her
I swear that

In the Cool Cool Cool of the Evening

Dean Martin

A Proper Introduction to Dean Martin: Aw C'mon

2004

the shank of the night when the doings are right
You can tell 'em I'll be there

We, said the bumblebee, let's have a jubilee
When said the prairie hen,

a school night and we met up at the suite
It was a motor rent around the way

It only had a view of the street
It was in the cuts someplace
It was off

is my Jesus Christ
But fuckin devil in my mind say he stands by my sight, he’s drawing a fine line
In my life between the bright light and deep night

but we be fighting for the wrong reasons
Its always on me, Its always something that I did or something I didnt do
I feel like im in the wrong league

I used to write
I used to write letters
I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain
But

We Used to Wait

Arcade Fire

The Suburbs

2010

I used to write
I used to write letters
I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain
But