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Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

Performer：Chad Stuart
Lyricist ：Bob Dylan

Ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe
If you don't know by now
Ain't

and battered by the drama the hands of a man
Oh no
I'm no good own
I''m a panicked problem child whose been cut to the bone
With no proper antibodies
Filled

God bless the Child that can hold it's on
I make the shit look good nigga when I'm barely holding on
Hittin licks on my other phone while I'm

a smile
Oh now it's time for games
I dropped the ball playing charades
And made my team real angry
I'll be by the booze

Our very first Christmas together

days 
When every yute get a chance to live good out deh yes
We haffi build dem everytime, jus another yute that could be your child 
cs easy as that, its

"I thought I was doing a pretty good job"
"If you're Patrick, then who is that?"
"A real gorilla!"

Rest in peace Harambe, I keep my dicks out
And if

All the stress and my pride
I just set it aside

(Okay, okay) dyllie
Certain things been hurting me (True)
Burned by many persons
Getting worse just

shit
Now they all on my dick
I'm as good as it gets i use to look up to
The ones that hit licks
The ones rappin bout bricks
The most popular kids but now

This time gonna be different than last time
Imma act right I don't need nothing
But you by my side
Imma let the last time slide and
I never want to say

keep forever on
Lebanon's mount and prairie
O saint sharbel for us pray

In bka'kafra, still a child
You loved to be secluded
And prayed to grow

Say what's your mind
You got jealous of my happiness And played the victim role you Such a waste of time
So never mind
Thought we would be good by

good cooking, I just wanted gifts
Lucky that I never ever made it on the naughty list
I was privileged
Plus, i really really didn't understand
My dad

options yea
No options
No other options yea
No options
By the time I was 8, I done went to my third school
Me and moms and pops, we was on the move
Jumping

money 

Everybody’s talking if I’ll take the bait
I can hear the voices humming
I’m managing a smile for my inner child
He thinks I’ve got a good thing

of the way
I want you to stay
If I could ask you one last time
To stay

I'm not good at saying goodbye 
Every farewell makes me feel like a child 
No one knows

looks
Your health
Your point of view
Tell me are you still of use
If you were in an auction
What would someone give for you
As years go by and seasons

him by the throat: slit the throat of the wicked Anzu.

And let the winds bring his feathers as good news.

point in being around me if you only doubt me
Can't fuck with these ops
Cause by next year I might be convicted
Can't handle restrictions

Talk down on me

and I'm taking it back
I do it for fun and I won by a lap
Oh you were serious I gotta laugh ha
I've been a have and a have not
Living my life eating bologna

the Lord why
Take me I wanna die, he's just a child
Only nine years old God why
If God is real why he got me placing all my trust in him
He got us out here

answers
Will bring you shame
When every child who sewed your clothes
Will bring you anguish
Because you'll know
Behind every good thing
that you own

Verse 1 
I said come and live with me
I get so inspired by you
A yellow loft near a purple sea
I’ll make the bed and lay a table for two

ive been

know me huh?
We're not the same, I've been here before the time was born
Century's passed by and a fucking child was born
Good thing that you nailed this

(Aight)
Nah'mean? (Yeah)
The enlightened entrepreneur, what's good?
King Low, what up?

You could smoke a spliff on a cliff, but ain't no mountain high