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advised to evacuate)

It’s Amicella

I did what they said that I couldn’t  
I’m stirring the pot I’m not cooking 
They coming like two by two, bars hit like

Child support that reflect on my check the fuck do she do wit the money
You want it daddy gotta get it by any means ima come through for you son
The way

key
Roll no dice with my heart done chasing butterflies
See it my eyes can't let this one pass by( more you look less you see)
All my niggas are

basements, like them sisters at NASA, Face It

Black girl magic has always been an understatement
But while Black resilience is more blatant, centuries

call
Did you ever think that i'de be
Gone like your taillights swallowed up by the night
Gone like the whiskey from the bottle on the nights
When I cried

a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her
That's picture they paint it for me, ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
And hella smoke from out the MAC, back

No Clothes On

Trey Songz

Trey Day

2007

more 'Tron, if this your song
Won't you gone over there and do that thang
Don't be 'shamed by that booty, body, do it shawty, you been naughty

with regret
Silent whispers, second guesses, follow my every step
Thoughts are like poison, racing through my mind
Drowning in the sea of grief, release

on Healing

I Grab the Mic 
Like it's my phone 
About fall of a Cliff
I live my life 
And watch the Throne 
My musics more like a Gift
Weight of the world 
I'm

(Chanel by the ton)
More Sheneneh than Martin Lawrence (Sheneneh)
Skinny jeans with a gun (Jeans with a gun)
Play with me, it's a whole war (Whole war)
I

ike you tina
If you happen to pay me right we be martin and gina
I'm quick to check a bitch like a doc ain't seen her
Take attention to this drip

got no hidden talent
You leaving the past with nothing
Grab this bitch by the waist, fucking her face
Putting my kids on her face
How the fuck am I

lyric heavy, because that's how we wrote and played them.

Thom Fish 2003

The Songs (all written by Thom Fish and Martin Carolan)

Blue Skies (cre Only c

Codine

Donovan

Troubadour: The Definitive Collection 1964-1976

1992

of your hair.
Like a picture of the golden sunset you can make it real,
You know just how I feel all the time.
So please darling Tangerine Eyes whisper

And the lush mountains surround me
I'll ride my Ford truck with you by my side
There's a whisper in the Weston-super-Mare breeze
Reminding me of taste

Screaming, "Fuck your apology," 'cause it's more than that
I've been labeled a wannabe 'cause I'm rapping so consciously
And I'm lacking in modesty like

Got my money right now, been focused on my dream
I'm just trying to make a way, I feel like Martin Luther King
Cut a couple people off, I guess it

Be Like That

Group Home

A Tear for the Ghetto

1999

riches to team, by my next mic check
Plus you this artist sacred like Aztec

[Chorus:]

Like Beauty and the Beast
Martin and Gina
And of course Beyoncé and Jay-Z
But since God gives no man the power to turn or pause the hands of time
I would

to business
Kiss and touch, then switch
And I can call him bitch!

Clone Fucker, it'll be like humping a mirror
Oh won't you touch me right here?
Oh whisper

World Premiere

Da Brat

Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz

2003

I got a gat by the side like my man Big
Stand out on that song he did with me
You feelin the presence of So So Def
Rest assure we gettin the money

because they knew best
On self-righteous people- more like self-righteous specks
Compared to the righteousness God represents
Do you hear it? That's

up baby-girl put your hair back
Hurry up, barkeep, keep the brew comin'
Tryin' to drank 'till my back start slumpin'
Like old man, live by the old

Telescopes on my kicks
My timing different see my seconds Feel like hours to them
Moving different cause our hours Aren't ours to spend
This is God's work