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encourage you follow your callin'

What you wanna be an artist for?
Don't you know artists sleep on the hardest floors
And get slammed in the face by

Ears ringin, call it tinnitus or god callin
Pickin up calls, we tight and we talk often
Fuel my final fantasy from clouds we all fallen
Angels stuck

The vibe is right
And every dollar
I spent tonight ooh

The birds are singing
One by one they fill in ooh
Time to start living
Mama Earth she callin' our

Verse 1
I'm not your lover but you say I gotta be
Cause you curled up in my sheets
Don't mean callin every week girl,
Gotta dial 9-1-1 everytime you

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Calling You

Hank Williams

I Ain't Got Nothin But Time (December 1946-April 1947)

1989

Can't you hear the blessed savior callin' you?
He will take you by the hand
Lead you to that promise land
Can't you hear the blessed savior callin

and focus my skills for other things
I took the steel wheel, I'm steerin' in other lanes
But my fuel on low and my oil need to be changed
Amongst all

of backstabbin' that mug too lethal
Like 2 cops, or fuel diesel
A match box, a few leak holes and a 3 strike inning 
I need my linen
You borrowed my clothes 
You

lyin', lyin' (hey)
Now they callin', callin', callin', callin', callin', callin', callin' (hey)
No more lovin', lovin', lovin', lovin', lovin', no more

Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy
Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs I keep callin

told
Over it then
It's over my head for a second
time pass by now a Nigga started second guessin
Sent a message or 2
"You good!?" and "can we talk?"…
You

Hunter

Pharrell Williams

G I R L

2014

So baby, ooh-hoo
My love is callin', ooh-hoo
Hey baby, ooh-hoo
My love is callin', ooh-hoo
Hey baby, ooh-hoo
Sex is callin', ooh-hoo
Hey baby,

be put down by anybody else
Cause all the stars are gonna line up
Saying that it all will be fine

You've got your guns for hire
To fight a fuel

Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)
Now my community's gated and I
Made it and my neighbors say hi (say hi)
I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now

Fuel To The Fire       music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams

 1992, 2013 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2013 Bucketstomp Productions
All Rights Reserved

WHAT'S YOUR FUEL?

I can hear no noise - All I hear is my voice
What's your fuel to set life in motion?

The sun is screamin' for you to wake up

Assimilated and gentrified
Washed out by the moon and tide
And if the stars would shed their light
Perhaps they'd shine on these empty lives
That

The Fuel

Sneaker Pimps

Bloodsport

2002

I've got the fuel in my head from the flesh
I need to break sweat
I've got the fuel and I might get offensive,
I might be some threat
I want

and the saddle
Fuck callin quits bitch Im stormin the castle

Really been doin shit all by myself my family's in ruins no need for no help
This dream im pursuin is

L4.                            ←- C
With delta-V a little high, but fusion drive full bore.
"Cap'n Murphy callin' in this day of August 4.
'A claimin'

Born in polluted water expecting me To be clean
Throw in without a paddle distracted By everything
My niggas was taught to slaughter And get it by

Didn't get, I didn't get to sleep
Didn't, didn't get to sleep, didn't, didn't

Last night, can't sleep
Girls keep callin' me
This girl keep callin' me

Money callin' me, it's callin' me
My bitch callin' me, I can hear you callin
Bands callin' me, plug callin' me
Fiends callin' me, I can hear you

(I said, I said)
I said
(I said huh?)
(I said huh?)
I said huh?

I said "Huh?"
Jesus callin' my phone (Uh huh)
I pick up my cross
Step forth no right