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at right hand
Inhale through airway
Exhale with regret
Forgot by myself
Just wanna go there
But no way to connect
So I must to be left
Breeze got on my face

lean hella Slimy, this shit like a seal
My bro, Hella Slimey, catch a body, finna call up Sil
We ship the bowls out local, watch the package seal

I

Mask Will Fall
Reach Nowhere  To Run

Too Fast To Fold
Low And Behold
Mistakes Turns Gold
Lost Ace In The Hole

Swallowed By Signs
Such Is The Passing

What I’m Fighting For
Words and Music By: Justin Busch (justrbusch@yahoo.com) and Dave Tough

V1:
Dad was only 40 years old, we were counting on 40

eyes I see worse memories
All my regrets and who I pretended to be
And Yeah I been a fuck up
Burnt a couple bridges from the ground up, got skeletons in

Digger, Sam, and Dave...
Went a-hog-huntin' hard as they could stave..

Here comes Sam with a ten-foot pole...
A-roust that ground hog outa his hole

to stay humble and discipline 
When there's nobody that's counting your fuck ups but me
Hey I'm in this bitch with my brothers we got each other's back

don't say shit, I just go in the boof
Niggas talk like they bulletproof, I respected the game
I played by the rules, you can't walk a mile in my shoes
You

O'Malley's Bar

Nick Cave

Murder Ballads

1996

O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And I started counting on my fingers 

One 
Two 
Three 
Four
O'Malley's Bar 
O'Malley's Bar
O'Malley's Bar

Cause I can do bad all by myself

I'm cold but I'm giving them hell
I told my ex to excel but she wanna compel
She didn't listen so oh well
Now it's

That's you hoe
Yea she mine too
I done seen so much money my eyes blue
(Yea) I been counting so much money my palms blue
(7 6 2) Leave holes in you

breathing in, taking it in, counting on my intuition
I don't know, I don't know how I got here
Ma said "Work hard at what you love, dear"
Now I'm on my way

Cheesy Rat Blues

LL Cool J

Mama Said Knock You Out

1990

come back when you get off tour" 
Souped as hell; I really regret it 
Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit 
How can a man like me 
Be

to paint my LP's as mistakes
Tell me how you judge the greatest by
How many records are sold
I've got no regrets for the records I make
How can I disown my

growing
Use music for evolving
Unloading my soul with
So the hole inside is closing
My heart I'm pouring
This passion for exploring
So I Wake up in

share my feelings with nobody
And I regret it
I had to find me a way out
Can’t do this by myself
Dodging a cell
Had my heart up on the shelf
I guess I’m

I wanna start this out and say
I gotta get it off my chest
Got no anger, got no malice
Just a little bit of regret
Know nobody else will tell you

like jvy, surrounded by my lows

I see your point of view, I just got different goals
Not really interested in hoes, just throwing money
She wobble

he's somewhere really near
Why am I anxious when I try to go to sleep
Laying in my bed for hours counting sheep
The hole of sorrows I've got's getting

hurting
this january

and as time's gone by
memories fading
stories like whispers
echo within emptiness
this hole's left vacant

as I go into the middle

Man
I know hell is hot and my wrist is cold
Your bitch a freak, she been ripping clothes
Left a hole in my Gucci robe
But I ain't tripping if the truth

I wanna start this out and say
I gotta get it off my chest
Got no anger, got no malice
Just a little bit of regret
Know nobody else will tell you

style out
And that gets me quite upset
My foul mouth
Makes statements that
I've regret but I'll doubt
You care that I'm in debt
So how bout
You get

counting blessings all my life uh weii
I've been working all night long
You know say life nah turn by turn huh
Everything go turn bygone
Many nonsense go