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I Pray the Lord still let me in !
All love tatted on my chest 
D - Town is the fxckin land 
City boy  with a upper  plan 
Country boy I bet I

Down by the Ngurin where the river runs dry 
Is a story that’ll bring a tear drop
To your eye where Long Mack
Used to call the Warlu up and make rain

selfish
Ain't never considered myself to a beach boy
I'm too country to be an Eagle
I'm too American to be a Beatle
And don't call me Prince 'cause I don't

dysfunctional
Well shit, cause if you ain't bet on me then you bet wrong
I become the host on my guest songs
If it ain't bout money, boy you text wrong
And it's

Breaking news!
(Lilly's?) chapel Methodist church at the heart of intercourse, alabama feels a sudden Shock as a little boy pops and locks too hard,

Hurt Me Soul

Lupe Fiasco

Food & Liquor

2006

I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike
But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked
Yeah, for the icing, glamorized drug

Sometimes I feel like I'm in
The land of lucifer so
I pray to God to
Cover us Under the Blood of Jesus
Cause the way this country treats us is so egregious

all lethal weapons
A man of peace I keep my protection
I pray to god and you don't want Smith and Wesson
I'm serious boy my aim Liam Neeson
If bro hit

up in the 80s
Grown up in the 80s

The chinese were dinky and poor
The rappers danced on the floor
We listened to the cure and the smith
Computers

my roots for centuries
None of my kin can leave this country
None of my wealth gon' build a company
I don't see truth, just pain and sufferin'
While

Labrinth, come in

Ladies and Gentlemen, gathered before you are
Five of the finest word-smiths known to mankind
What you are about to witness is

and crank up my tunes
Any Zac Brown song gets me in the mood 
I'll be a country man until I'm dead
But still no one ever called me a redneck  

And here's

Globalization, got a couple countries and we turn em' to a nation
Got a whole bunch of civilizations
Selling goods and services, even cremations
Turn

stays on, AM country songs
Fried chicken in a cast iron skillet
Home grown smoke
In the hollers, where I get it

How it's been, still how it is
We don't

yelling  hop in the back
Cause it's a trail
Ride Out
Put your boots on

It's a new song by Big Daddy Ton
Ride Out
Bring them coolers out
This is what it's

admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who

Jos boy jos boy
Wiz boy wiz boy
Wiz boy wiz boy
Jos boy
Ice Prince Zamani
Wizboy Zamani

By this time yesterday
Dem no know who I be
By this time

Memories of a Rock & Rolla

Traffic

When the Eagle Flies

1974

And the river rolls along like a never ever ending song
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Published by 1974 F.S. Music Ltd.

smith-pierre in refuge, laid in ashes, on rush 
 
street, in the cold, specific savannah of ladbroke 
grove or weeksville or bondy. can't you hear them 
holding

Dam in the vicinity
Heal 'em with the Spirit in

My people round the globe, would you like to know
About the country that I'm from? kill 'em in their

shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is

This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread

the crowd, waving hands for me
Made it off the block, I got 'em asking how I did it
Young boy came up from the bottom, now I'm winning
Baby, it's my time so

look
Smith and Wess' on me, it's a showdown
Brought your boy static, roll hound
And it's only one Shyne in this part of town
Do you dig that like a gold