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country
The CIA says, "Just sit down son"
I will not be fucking silenced

Radicals made by a programmer
God's favorite psy-op
The child you dream of,

har en kasse øl i bilen og leppa full av snus
På stereoen har jeg kasetter med country og blues
Får øye på en haiker jeg stopper opp og spør
Hopp inn i

em mim
Como eu quero
O cheiro de amor que vem chegando
Trazendo o seu corpo só pra mim

Valeu Vila Country, valeu São Paulo, valeu Brasil
Todos

a sound niggas hated they want to walk me down, 

made a lil name in the city come from a country town  

They can see I’m eating I done gained me a couple

mean it, but rumors spiral
(Wow, Anne, way to make the country hate you)
Wait, what was I meant to do?

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said
I'm just

with ya old ass you too grown to keep spitting
Over the hill yet the Rolling Stones still yelling
The blues keep moaning and country keep selling
They

future , there looms, a coming dread 


They crawl out of the shelters, tired. and  hungry
With  masked faces , they fear for their country 
They worship ,

more urgent matters 
Never mind ,it's just a black man dead
Never mind,just another black man dead


A country road a black child walking
Heart ,dreaming

EVER GONNA DO IT
WHAT
YOU DON’T LIKE THIS THEN YOU LIKE
WHAT?
YOU CANT GET LIKE THIS THEN YOU DO
WHAT?
WATCH ME PUT IT DOWN FOR THE COUNTRY
LIKE WHAT

Looked up, I found you
Like a country song right out of the blue clear sky (uh huh)
Makes ya wonder why
I cried when the last one said goodbye, 'cause

mouth

Hittin' bitches in your country, make them fly to me to fuck in my hometown
I'm about to go abound space bound

I'm about to make her bounce on my

fine mess 
Of a web we're all tangled in
We're in a few other countries
but in new orleans people drowning

Weeks and days had passed with no relief in

no hustlin'
Satelite keep no concrete
Parasite is on country

Side mirror is broken
Beside no care feel no hurt soon
See sign of faith but fuck you

To reach those nights and
I'll be alright
So when you die
Life gets better inside
Leaving my worry
To extradite
In another country
I got a call
Calling me by

on the gas pedal

Suck dick like a shock-vac
With my heavy loaded buss-buss pack
Hmmm? You wanna fuck me, fuck me?
Runnin' round the country
Wrap the dick

Louisiana
Put a bandage in his face like country grammar
Tryna take big risk but duck the slammer
If I make I big enough we ducking cameras
Just Sit back

right from the start
Baby I want you
Want you

Heading West heaven high
Back country you and I
Living loose

country to the bone
The girls with all their friends
No one should drink alone
	
Start pourin’ some Kentucky Straight
Then ya’ll will see
What happens in

the country I’m guess I’m a Zai Zai
When they pull me over I’m black I might die
No SAPS, cooldrink, hi five
SA, what a place to reside
Tides, Durban,

away, But it was here to stay
And they locked the country up far too late and the death rose every day

The Government they wrote me that I must lock up

to run it
Off shore account safe if the stock market plummets,
Cause this country is built on blood
I got so much on my hands and in the bank
That you

away a tear,

When they remember all those years ago when a fat man landed there!

 

There’s Thatcher in this country, and Reagan in the USA,

There

Time to hit the bar stroll
Boot cut wranglers
Heavy on the starch
Nice with anglers
Country to the heart
Daddy raised me tough
And mama raised me right

get paralysed
And stand together when the country sings

If we leave here now
If we give in to the doubt
If we raze it to the ground
We’ll never get it