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I'd never lie to you
There's no drums in this song

I'll spit my verses all in Spanish
I was born in Kansas
I'm the richest person on the planet
I

enslaved by grief, trying to sing a song in a foreign land
Donnie McClurkin's course of stand, but you choked up and your voice is thin
After you boo-hoo,

rail and by thumb
By now you all should know me
I'm the Great Historical Bum

I had hoped to write a song to sing
Of all the great things we have done

Collateral damage
In the culture of the gun

John Lennon and Tupac Shakur
Too many songs remained unsung
Kurt Cobain lies unexplained
Slain by his own shotgun

through space
Fated to fade
I was walking down the street in the noonday sun
Just singing John Hiatt’s Tip of My Tongue
And openly weeping as the cars drove

is hard but it's high time that we grow.
That our eyes by enlighten is high time that we know.
So when it comes to sin, we won't take it lightly
Have

can hope to expect...
Or, baby, just maybe... give me one more kiss...

Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack Jr
c 2016 Dusty Boy

a couple things about me that you may not know
If you wanna hear 'em miss, I got a list and here it go
I like writing songs, I like mixing tracks
I like

song for you, haha, can we come in
Yes please, sorry for the mess… do you want to go upstairs
No, the hall we be fine. You can stand here in our midst,

With Sarah by our side
Take my hand it will be all right
We try not to think about it now.
Devon and Bruce put the camera on the car
A 1968 Impala
That

like, "No Biggie"
Whatever- time to sing, I'm putting faith on the song
1:12 displayed in John the way to respond
When His patience runs out
Then it's

The escape with open drapes
The hue of our Milieu 
Song bird heard round our
Smiling herd
Surviving the sights and words 
That left many disturbed
4 Is

lives 
Hallelujah He is our Lord
Hallelujah He is King
From a manger to the Cross
He was born and He died
By grace I am saved

I hear now a trumpet 
That

3 step slide. To the left, to the right, what's up for the night? It's 3 ‘o' clock in the mornin'.
Let's head home before the song end. Damn, it's

Up on Johns Island in the ole San Juans,
is Camp Nor'wester, our second home.
Its history is rich and community growing.
In the spirit of giving,

John Cena's
We all felt solo, no features
Trapped inside of a cage like a creature
Alone we taught ourselves with no teachers
Never settled for anything

our goals and dreams and
I really know, both goals and dreams are getting by us
Never stop this feelingly fight, not pray for love, I'm sorry, I'm not

our wine and fell asleep by the fire
While Bob and John and Gord sang their songs to the night
We slept till the lake woke us up with its cool touch
Our

gasp left

Chorus:  What do you see when you close your eyes
What will you see when your life goes by
Think hard visualize the ill mob
Either you'll feel

Hey I'm All Right

John Kay

The Lost Heritage Tapes

1997

And music by John Kay

All the songs of pain I once knew
It's so hard to sing them with you
For the words no longer ring true
All the things I used

(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look

I'm tryna run it up with you (mmm)
She say, "I just wanna run it up with you" (yeah)
She say, "I

Odd Couple

Ghostface Killah

Hidden Darts

2007

chop shop it
Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads
Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose
Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose
King

said I would fail. 
But my dreams never got clouded by the negativity or the people’s words. 
Dreams were in the sky way above the clouds & the birds.

Cops on The Block
By Brad Dassey
"C / Am"
 

THIS IS MY INTRO
THIS SONG MAY BE TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT,
SO,
I’M HERE TO BREAK IT DOWN FOR YOU ALL
I HAVE