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own back porch
But it's making our movements a little too easy to see
So we unmoored the island and pushed her out into the sea
When you take in

told
I don't make up the rules I just kick back and smoke
Hopped off the porch cus cartoons got boring
Look into my eyes when you tell yo stories
If you

Now I ain't trying to preach to you about what to do with your gun
But if you shoot without thinking then what that mean for your son?
I was raised by

99 and Me

Dr. Hook

Rising

1980

Ninety-Nine & Me


Spoken :
Alright now, I'd like to tell you all a story about me and my brother Billy T.
You see , now when we were just little

True story

They found him walking along the
Freeway all red in front
He'd taken a rusty tin can and
Cut off his sexual machinery as if to say
"see

A stork arrived on our front porch, early in the morning with a baby boo
There's a reason it pushed my limits, reaching my potential, guess it saved

regret the day, well now they did

I watched the filth of this world off me with angel tears
I had a belt of depression back in the wonder years
But it was

Yo it's that nigga Killa Cri and I don't take no fuckin shorts
Psycho stricken up on your porch with diesel fluid and a torch
Bringing it back now

sit in the corner
And invent stories, and all of them crimes
Of pretty girls kidnapped by radicals
Who'd fall in love with them after a time

Well,

Fence Post

Aaron Watson

The Underdog

2015

Now this is a true story for the most part
That occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now

the Unseen
And the Unheard, Purveyor of flows, fire, and freedom
Student of all and teacher of many
Those are simply titles, who are you
I-I'm-I-I'm
Come back

To turn the conversation back to you
Now you're standing on my porch looking pitiful
Well I'd love to help you baby but this house is full
Have you ever

I pull it back together
Went and followed my heart
But they couldn't measure
So, if this all I ever knew, I could never let up
Off the madness

skeleton
I get good dome, I'm well hung by the membranous
Kiss the microphone, someone go remember this
I'm coming for the throne, go run and tell a bitch,

the Unseen
And the Unheard, Purveyor of flows, fire, and freedom
Student of all and teacher of many
Those are simply titles, who are you
I-I'm-I-I'm
Come back

back porch
Turned it into my studio to so I could create art
Which is something that you always encouraged me to pursue
Any medium, pens, paints, wicky

on the porch
I know he feel for me
About a year go by
I heard they killed homie
My mind flash to that day
It put a chill on me
His younger brother
Start

my laboratory
That formula crates classic stories
My mind been lock in purgatory please back up off me, soulja
My old habit was crack sale on the back

how they doin.... told me they use to could. Name the ppl around the Conner and down street back in the days.... unity/ now days there lack of value

Back in the hood y’all,
A lot of folk won’t view me the same,
I walk out on stage,
Right as the crowd starts screaming my name.
Blood pumps through

Tennessee
I ain't just part of that country
'cause that country's part of me yeah

Son bakin' down on my back in the bass boat
The asshole spray paints

Prescriptions get written
Through my cuticals
I been laying facts
Since hella way back
On fire been doing that
Since prior
To the school em track
We laced

porch, the memories flooding back
All the good times that we've had
Still remember the first time that you
Walked into my room, my heart it still goes

laugh at my own tragedy as I weep
Wrong place, wrong time, same story
This soil holds enough to feel held
Swallowed by the flowers of hell

Invisible