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And there's strangers from further and further away in town
And you give them some tools and they know what must be done
And you know the West
like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda
like I'm Freddy
When I'm on a track team, like 1, 2, 3, 4
Ghoste is knocking down your door
It's the K-R double E-P
And I'm kreeping up onto the
Scene
a Winnie-the-Pooh scarf as of yet
But I'm getting one so stay away from me
I'll spray three-eighths and I'm
Not even crazy not even lately
Feel so calm so you can't
to give your family your time
If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down
They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
I'm the one to take a shot but I fade away
Golden Ticket in my pocket drinkin' whiskey from the faucet
I can see my life changing in a major way
But
Go
How did I ever fall for this
I walked into the mist
Add myself to a fucked up list
Of creators of apocalypse
Now both of us fall down
Open
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door.
See the sun sparkle in
lend you a hand
Here in this quiet town
The first crop of hay is up
School let out and the sun beats down
Smoke billows from a Sunday train
That
Come down from the mountain?
Tell me, has the knight finally run?
Tell me, has the knight
Danced in the garden in the sun?
Tell me, has the knight
Swam
a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
You were killing me in that mini-skirt
Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
You had a sun tan line
me
Only reason that you make it rain is 'cause your diamonds cloudy
I see you from a mile away when it get overcast
Old people feel it in they bones,
somebody new I thought I never would
Forget you for I thought then I never could
But time has taken all the pains away
Until now I'm down to hurtin' once
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
away
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by the rope down at Cherokee Bend
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
the weak
Get stronger with the game
Pin it down for my kind
Our tribe found god just stay by my side winning
Eventually might get-you fired up like the sun
the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around
a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
You were killing me in that mini-skirt
Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
You had a sun tan line
scenes
Golden means
In divine proportion
Transmissions from Sun
'Til it steams vapors by the ton
Into the air
Where you'll float without a care
And forget
by classy silhouette
Hotter than a hot fudge sundae
Hotter than than the sun on sunday
Hotter than a fashion runway
Hot enough to light
Hot enough
away from here
As she was passin' by I caught her on the fly
Climbed in an open door
Then I turned around to that desert ground
Saw the spot I
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