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The Lonesome Kicker

Adam Sandler

What's Your Name

1997

and all my coaches 
"Go back where you came from!" 
Scream 70,000 fans 
Well, I know I could win their love back 
By catching a winning touch-down

Haunted Shores

Cradle of Filth

Dusk and Her Embrace

1997

arts of devil's and priestess
Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song
Played upon a storm
By the ghosts of Avalon
And all in league will

She don't need no drugs around me cos my energy pure
Anything she going through she come to me for a cure
Cuban hanging off my neck while my head

the car with anything worth saving

A mug and a lamp and a childhood map
My grandma is crying as we pull away
Then drive up the coast and halfway thru

Gotta get to the new me thru him
Ya 
Thank you lord
Gunna find the new me thru you
Yes lord

On the road to Recovery
Bout to take it to another league

Like a college baller, I be going through halfs a week
Half asleep

Pass the league, passing peaks
Pick the lock, grab the key

Piff assault, battery

in the same room
Bad bad bad bad bitches all came through
I been in my head alot, I'm fucked up tryna change the mood
I'm in this bih to win or to win,

over in disguise.
Slowly tearing through the mouths of the pure limb over limb
Though the seed's broken through, time has not stilled
A ghost in

to the league
Ballin' like Messi, I'm keeping it neat (Ball)
Flip through the Word, I got scriptures to read
Going by faith, Ain't no evidence seen
Create

When the wind blows through this desert
It moans a desperate howl
A sound to warn of a coming storm
From deep within the ground
Calling out to every

I walk the through the prairie, with the wind on my face
Nature surrounds me, I'm invading her space
I follow the path, as behind me it grows
I'm

through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down

the fuck out my face
It's me and young Bastard we came here to fuck up the place

Ivy league checks like Yale
Check my mail
I spent that shit on myself
I put

not in my league
No competition that I see
No, you niggas cannot compete
Watch how quick I pick up the speed
Burnin' rubber when I leave the lot
I’m

the car with anything worth saving

A mug and a lamp and a childhood map
My grandma is crying as we pull away
Then drive up the coast and halfway thru

gon'switch up
Why you gon' switch up when the money came through
When the money came through
Why gon' switch up
Why gon'switch up
Why gon' switch up oo
Why

stepped into a ring of fire
I'm brave to fight with no one by my side
They're hiding and I'm seeking
Cause I jump for what I want
I remember thinking
Don't

Keys to the Kingdom

Motörhead

Inferno

2004

in the sky, nowhere to run,
Came to the desert, burned by the sun,
Came out of somewhere, I ain't never been back,
All down to bad luck,

King

Milli

Dababy

Blank Blank

Now she fuck with a nigga that play in the league (the league)
I put a hoe through the most (the most)
I make a pretty bitch leave (leave)
I might

You can't stop me with the bars that I'm bringing
I came into the game with a pure heart
Still in
I've done no sinning
And I've realized that people

Came back runnin from a different place
Brody said they need a hitter came from outta state
Boy I'm new to the jungle from a lions cage
They been

in the major leagues
Stay down til a nigga win yeah you know that's major key

The FN fit a nigga hand like it was made for me
Lemon squeeze on that

spent~
      By the Light of the Radio...
  Radio waves crashing through the atmosphere~
  Radio playing fifty-thousand watts of power so pure~
  Radio

back gets broke and you taking a nap
If the years fly by, and I'm the right guy
Let's hop on a plane, climb through the night sky
Go and see the Islands,