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A loud silence woke me from a dream, I'm trying to make it back to you
To give you all the things you'll ever need, if I could know that you would help me

In the Town

Rapsody

The Idea of Beautiful

2012

around her slowing all
She sees the money that the town give to buy her
Soul, at 18 years old
Remind me of so many young girls I know in the town

In

of spite

Spark it up once space out
I don't even gotta chase clout
Bitch I've been on cause the rhymes go hard
Don't regret what I say got a spine no heart

the baddest bitch on the truck 
All your nigga wack
Fuck all your bitches and give them back
Blow a bag blow a two 
Money and the fame that's what I'm aiming

throne (Nigga)
By all means

Let me at 'em, let me go
(Let me at 'em let me go migo)
And I'm willing to bet that all kings
Will bet they crown

to fucking sink
Still no one seems to notice, still no one even fucking cares
The golden eye whisper that we are doomed
By those stupid egocentric maintaining

the bliss in afterlife
You leave them with nothing
Drying out until they give their life

How fool you are if you're still care
What their god was saying
If

what issues may sneak up by surprise
Stretch me and momma we ain’t seeing eye to eye
And I don’t know how to handle that
But that fifth of yak’ yeah bro

to then gives me indigestion /there was no goodbye /no “nice to know ya” /no defined point where our time was over /left to wonder why /denied of closure

Is what I'd say gladly
Had I been failed by Stan Lee
You don't want it really badly
If you run around all madly
Saying you don't care
When your well

what we go through on a daily be like damn again
For every risk they say it's followed with a good reward
That's why I give this shit a hundred I be

(mumbling)
My two fa-shiggity, ya understand
And everything else is like
They all, ya know, impossible, ya heard me
I love my children ya heard me
My children

it's so one-sided
I rep Kendall and Hialeah coincided
Or pick heads or tails and let a coin decide it, fuck it
Argue all you want, from here you're

caught in the act, lie my way out
give me the benefit when there's no doubt
think that you knew right from the start
still you don't wanna part

one more

came two by two
When you ark you back baby ouh my view
All your limbs on earth baby two times two
What should I do?
Plenty blessings fall on me

to tell her
I just want to make her laugh
She only gives me a lot of sighs
I can't regret
When you were sitting by my side
I didn't say
That there was no

How to Make Gravy

Paul Kelly

Words & Music

1998

I'll be out of here by July
Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day
Please don't let 'em cry for me

I guess the brothers are driving down from

How to Make Gravy

Paul Kelly

Songs from the South: The Best of Paul Kelly

1997

I'll be out of here by July
Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day
Please don't let 'em cry for me

I guess the brothers are driving down from

gang)
I don't give a fuck if we go to the pearly gates, I'm takin' a mag
Mask on in the kitchen while I'm whippin', scrapin' the glass
I ain't even in

Tell me what the fuck I got left?
All the fam I grew up with went and left
Why do I expect from myself?
I want to give the world the best of myself

thought if I got out I'd never visit
When you talk I think you're all a bunch of bitches
And never listen
I hide in closets, the smallest that I can fit in

Yeah it's Lowlife
Sonofagritter onna beat we ain't got no life
I don't give a fuck about these bitches I need more life
I would never cuff one

the hardest way
That's a crouton let me move on
Give them groove vibes or the goosebumps
How I grew up and flew by
From two up to two down
To ten toes in tejas

The only day that I miss
Is the day you no longer talking
Thats never
Niggas in your circle all know I'm better
And most likely the bitches that you fuck is