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Before the Deluge

Jackson Browne

Too Many Angels

1994

gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden

Before the Deluge

Jackson Browne

Late for the Sky

1974

gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden

guess sometimes they wanna chat
Faith in the bible by the bed
Trust in the Glock under my mat
Reminiscing ‘bout the choices that I
Made in the past
Broken

Who gets offered the American dream?
To O.D. on dope in a fascist regime
Sustained by the glory of the dollar menu
Rots inside raising no issue

Broken Man's Lament

Emmylou Harris

All I Intended to Be

2008

myself to school
They smoothed out my rough edges
In my hands they put new tools
The instructor once he told me
I could work on any line
I could tune

I said
Mami I need me some you
Your ways n the things you do
No garden but I keep a tool
With my dawgs sipping juice
She want lifestyles by the ocean

dead
Girl I'm hanging by a thread
Please help me
Someone help me
And I don't blame it on you
Its the shit I would do
And I know I'm such a fool
For

In the eyes of society he mostly fumbles
And mumbles poetry by the tongue full
His type spirituality though he misunderstood the poet god thought it

The world is created by fools
The world is desecrated, the world aberrated
Humans designed as tools

We mourn in each other's arms
Down in a whirlpool

to the moon
Don't need a spaceship, I'm off them shrooms
Up by the sun, I still keep my cool
Got all this space, but I still keep my tool
You niggas need class,

Yamborghini High

Juicy J

The RCA-List

2016

fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

Tool on my

I Could Not Ask for More

Peter Green

Blues for Dhyana

1998

Written by Peter Green. 


Now when I put down my tools
And my working day is through
Yes, when I put down those dirty old tools
And I need

it's over lover

[Verse 1]
I don't wanna stay here no more by myself baby
I don't wanna wake up alone on a perfect summer day
But you treat me like

admire 
Genuine is dead 
Niggas tools
Like them pliers 
Foul when he talk 
I can't fuck with liar 

It's another fake another fake 
Niggas acting hollywood

motion

Put the tools down now I'm ready to come out
I don't want you to build these walls higher
Take the good with the bad and give it all I have to be

and rhyming are my tools
Only need my fucking talent that's what I'm about to use
What's a hundred dollars when you're shining on the news?
I don't need

decent
Got motivated by my circle now they tryna be us
Yung nigga been waiting and grinding for the big buss
No complaints his bitch like the way that I

cool when ya with me
(Aye)
(Aye)
I been fuckin' with you for a lil minute
I must admit, you the realest
Keep the tool when ya wit me
Like Bob

ain't no fooling me
Booling me got that hula me
Mess with me got that tool on me
Chapo he be like mini me

Mini me, crew with me, thirty-three
Drop me

Scotland (Where you at)

Lil thot want me to cook and I'm going (Going)
I get my tool in the kichen I'm glowing (Yeah unh)
My food really makes you a cuddle

strong...
You'll never know

I had homies never thought that I'd lose
I have family I miss but it's thru
Got me a 40
Not liq this a tool
I face depression but

drugged up, yeah I gave her that dick too
Beat the pussy blue, just like Ike, I abuse
Use you, I need a new tool
Hey, run up on me, I'ma blow that bitch out

Hey Jules, can you fix my stuff?
No rules, you can use all your tools
Hey Jules, can you fix my stuff?
No rules, you can use all your tools
Don't

pull up
Hit you with the tool ay
You niggas shouldn't tryna to be bool
If you really bool then you bool ay
Whats poppin
These old heads they trap off