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“Carolina In My Mind”

For many years he was not my thing
But now his music's comforting

He may be lame but he's a national treasure
So I'll allow myself one

Yeah, yeah
You don’t want it sucker, this ain’t playing time
This that work hard on the grind slaying time
Yo, this my throne, you can’t take over

of wickedness
Sinful
I’m telling you she is my villainess

No small talk
Straight to the point
Fuck the climate
We don’t talk it because we type it
Tell me, do

no contest
One by one till they ain’t none left, breathe in breathe out

My immortal technique, speaks to the masses at large the professor
Learn MCs

know what you mean Sully, because
I wouldn't know where to go
Me too, because I-
Wouldn't know what to do
Why do you keep singing my part?
I don't have

What did I see in you, a quick fuck we were 17  I just wanted my dick sucked
You got a Small mouth so your teeth gave me wisdom
excited by

Choo Choo Ch'Boogie

B.B. King

Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan

1999

Headin? for the station with a pack on my back
I'm tired of transportation in the back of my hack
I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack

and sometimes take the wife,
I've never had so many ups and downs in all my life.

Since I've been sitting on the ice in the ice rink
Sitting on the ice with my

to SNU, that's right
If the task was last to
Get backstabbed by a pal
You wouldn't make it through the night
When I feast, I don't need a suit and tie

a subpeana
Lie hey I'm looking cshley 
She gotta come no I'm not asking 
Lying on the phone bout Fantasies that never happen
She my pen pal
But if ever get

'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM
I'm a fuckin' SCUM

Don't like big crowds
Don't like big mouths
With small minds
Got no big pals
Not a family guy
Indecisive

look like Eazy, Ha Ha Ha Okay 
Don't call me fella 
I'm a Dj like Yella and Bro crab 
I'm hella of a producer 
Talk to D.O.C I Deuced her 
cP you f*cking

Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride
Your old fatass wife

I'm making these toys, all year long
Breaking my hands,

Turn into Something

Animal Collective

Feels

2005

Oh twisted me I came to eat
At the hall where we danced to some duds
My crowd of pals observed my fingers
And prayed for the lunch I had hung

Aye
Gang
Nostoppin Nostoppin
Got the racks in my pocket
Aye bitch I'm finna blast off like a rocket
You can hate on me now or can hate on me later
It

And those two don't mix like 
Milo and our student bod

I wanna go to Tisch, but I don't have the acting chops
So I'll get my drama from the public safety

Bae don't call my phone phone
Se que estaré alone lone
Siempre by my own ouu
I don't give a fuck no
Yuh
Bitch estoy solo yo no tengo gang
Hunnies

Snapchat
17yrs boy don't wonna lose
Let see what u can do
This my dream no go leave me lonely
So when I get I will give u some
When am in school criticize by

at the laundromats, slicker than shots from steph
Sent a message, passed the glock he clocked his neck
My index itch is on allergies, so don't act like you're pals with

searching truth by yourself
It seems like needle in the sand
And I don’t climb into an abbey withe charter in my hand
Just take a look and listen, mate
I

with finks and if it's essential
Yo even if it don't mean shit, I will convince you
Since, you, never been in my brain
You probably never noticed

a word that he made up
It kind of sounded like "Shabloop"
"Okay Feldman, that crosses the line
I don't expect to be shown up by some has-been"
That's when

since I
Was a little sprout
I don't need an explorer kit
To Barry you underground
You zoo pals are just posers
When I grow old, they'll look at me to hold

listen to the beats
Never the rhymes
This thing bigger than one dude
So please don't say I'm in one mood
Cause when I pick up this pen pal
It can write