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to survive from dieing
Na life.. aboki Nor day cry when they cut onions
Cherry nor go sweet if e nor fall down by e self
Gods time is the best so always

Where the birds in the trees like the songs of a monkey
Little bottles float by keeping me company
They're searching for my voice
Who is searching for my

Bitch I'm whippin' the Camry,
I'm feeling so dandy, got a country bitch with me,
I call that ho "Sandy"
She don't understand me
I switch topics too

In the studio they shout, get this foolish nigga out
But this dog ain't leaving till they pull him by the snout
And when the muzzle coming off, he

(Verse 2)
Got a guitar for a weapon, songs that will heal,
But these fights I'm in, they're all too real.
Every note I play, every word I sing,
Is a cry

round the country like gloryholes
Polio i'm paralyzed
By that up before leo grew up
Getting too much time to waste
Spoonfed
Like cat in the cradle while

You stepped up as my King
Now your my favorite song
I love to I sing
Southern Disco
His and her pillow
No ego
You're my Beau
It's More than

rapping stuff
And give us more country songs
Stick to what you're good at
Why fix something that ain't broken
Is this really gonna be your Chris Gaines

i ain't playing
With you dudes
I was born
For making plays
Eeny miny moe
I ain't playing
With these songs
It's some niggas
In my city
With them

hands
My guitar by my side
Singing songs about love
And the way it makes me feel alive

[Verse 2]
Guitars strumming
Boots tappin'
In a honky-tonk bar

better warn yer
Looking a lot like I won't be coming home
So proud was I to sign up for my country
To go and put things right where they were wrong
But by

Upon the screaming shore

A family, then city, country, broken beyond repair
The tidal wave of wrath that followed ripples of despair
800 feet across

life over that 9 to 5 goose
Seeing someone that made it out of this country

Made me think that I could actually really do something
It sounds like I'm

I tilt my head back and look to the sky
I feel the sunshine on my face
I turn and watch the clouds go by
I feel them smile and sing to me

Iiiii

Amna-Njunadizzoh

Intro
There are people born who don't see their first birthday and those who are still alive at one hundred. 
This song is for

If you’re looking for a country song, I’ve got one
Grandpa owned the trailer park I was raised on
Momma met Daddy in some college bar 
Things got

[Starting Verse]
Down in Dixieland, where the spirits high
Alabama country, beneath that southern sky
Melodies playin', on an acoustic guitar
Singin'

country songs
And she'd get high and sing along
She don't have a voice to sing with now
We'd burn these joints in effigy
Cry about what we used to be
Try

Gatekeeping the cast-outs
Allowed to mold rules
Move roles at your convenience
The world is your store
Your show
Heroic appearance in your suit
Your theme song

Late nights in montana with you
Try and get back by the 10 o clock curfew
We didnt care

I know I did million things wrong
I could prolly right

trees 
Cuz katakata full my country 
And it’s spreading through the churches 
And the mosques’ 
And all the people wey dey office 
Down to my poor streets

Walking by a village fair
Around the end of June
I was thinking about the past
Sad and out of tune
Country music filled the air
I didn't care
I just

I am rural American trash 
But it’s not funny or cute like a country song
It’s mostly sad and terrifying and the price of keeping my teeth is really,

be, that’s all that they expect of me
Country music’s blaring on, sick of the same old shitty songs
Of a case of beer and a pickup truck, I’m sorry, I