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Everyone is coming to your house

You’ve been on a real Flying Nuns kick for a while
Burning through Pixy Stix and every last Peckinpah
On midnight booze

burning.

Daddy, you've got to go!
See the fifteen going by,
Tell the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today,
And once again you stand

Eleventh Earl of Mar

Genesis

Follow You Follow Me

1978

They're headed for London, And that will be their grave
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Well he couldn't get them down that far
Daddy! I'm waiting, I'm waiting

The salad bar at the Miramar 
Is deader than your vegan shoes 
They're running low at the blood bank 
Of everything but Royal Blue 
At the House

This is a song

About best friends

John Roy

Was a boy I knew

Since he was three

And I was two

Grew up two little houses

Down from me

The only

Playboys of the Southwestern World

Blake Shelton

Pickin' on Blake Shelton: Bar Light

2005

John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was 2
Grew up 2 little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda ripened

Gather round children
Sit down
Make yourself comfy
I would like to tell you a tale
Of a legend
A scary legend indeed
The legend of Florida Man
I

then sped fuck up the tires I'm burning the thread
I'm ducking the county and dodging the feds
I went down the road lil nigga I had to use my head
We was

The Moon Struck One

The Band

Across the Great Divide

1994

Julie and little John Tyler lived in the house next door
We would be the great triangle and to this we swore
Julie was my sweetheart, little John

from Mayo

One morning on the highway as Biden he came down
He met Kamala Harris a mile outside old Scranton Town
I'm bound for the White House, won't

pass by, I know legends never die

Aye
We outside, he thinkin' I'm finna plot on him
Went down the street and told my boys I got the drop on him
Snipers

Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me

Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me

But We Match
Filled Up With Gas
And We Talk A Lot Of trash
B-Burning Down Anything
That Crosses Our Path
Got Flames Not a Fade
You can call us hot heads

I'm glad I ain't them
Turn me down, I'm turning up, this motherfucker burning up
This feeling is amazing, all this time I wasn't sure enough
But now I

NIBS
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by

flickered on the silent screen
Round the clock, work never stopped by man or by machine
Legends grew and stories flew in the streets and in the bars

the dash no ticket (Skrrt-vroom!)
Stayed down for a minute
Stayed down for a minute
At the top so chilly (At the top so what!?)
Scheming (Shh!)
Thought it

grandmama kicked you out the house screaming
"Tory, we don't fucking need you"
Why yo' daddy up and leave you? (Why)
I guess this is how they fucking treat

I got my realest niggas in the house
We ridin' head first, said it's hard
You're still looking for no heart ache
No, no, oh

Till the world with my

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there

a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down
All the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos

rebound 
Cause when your relationship is through 
That motherfucker won't hold you down 
Now it's time to see what John can do 
When I give him a 

House

struck one
Julie came runnin' through the pasture
She was screamin' at the sky
She fell down to her knees
And the tears did fly
Little John was stung by