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Virgo ex broke her heart
Had her feeling lifeless
Instead growin' up she want revenge so
Now she act the nicest to me
Cause in the street I
Was gettin’

woman daily
Know I'm hated by many, ion let it phase me
I can't fuck with you niggas I'm segregated
Had to run up the racks before I elevated
Charge my Ls

store novels too
c collection of souvenirs from the time that he once knew

There's a pair of silver spurs that he often wore
c dusty old sombrero and his

their spirits soared.

(Verse 3)
Through dusty streets and sunlit squares, their story spread like fire,
Two souls bound by compassion, fulfilling others'

Turmoil in the streets
Neutrality in times of tyranny is siding with the tyrant, they called
Cower in the corner or assimilate or burn
Subdued by

The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part B

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHANGE WITH CLANCY -- GO A-DROVING? TELL US TRUE,

who wants her old man mourned in the street by a 2nd line band
Said she needs my help so she can spend more of her time with me
I know a girl outside

every discovery, a tale to be spun,
In this ghost town, we're having so much fun.

Down the winding streets, we'll take a ride,
On our bicycles, side by

The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat

roll-over
A dusty pullover and a Pulitzer
A must we bust your crusty subwoofer system
Foes is just bluffin'
Clear your nose from huff-puffin'
A glutton for

I ferried my dreams across the water
underneath a faceless moon
I woke to find myself uncovered
in this dark and dusty room
take me… up the wooden

Passing Joes on the left 
Little mamas holding court there
She needs to stop and genuflect 
She got a dusty old pocket 
She got Molly by the hand 
But she

Nearest Thing to Hip

The Waterboys

Modern Blues

2015

gone

Everywhere that I go I see streets that are low
On distinction and high on the banal and the bland
How did we get to this? We plumbed the abyss

All the Critics in New York

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and damus 
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas,

the streets with beats
Some pass by and cast shadows, others smile joyfully
Some with happy feet start dancing', as they sing along with me 

Like a river runs

Underdog underdog where you at
Under the city in the sewer with the rats 
Looking up at the folks with the racks
Laying by they table and I'm begging

the mud? 

We are the earth waking up 

By what bidding came the bloom of the water lily? 
The seed to sprout and grow? 
This tiny product of death, itself

Still getting played by these dusty hoes 

Don't trust that hoe she too social 
Don't trust a nigga of you move Like a hoe do 
They a run they mouth about

I'd like, I'd like to start by sayin' baby welcome to my world
And I'm happy it's official I'm your man and you're my girl
But I think that just

Let's take a walk down a dusty lane
We could sit by the river in the middle of the day
And watch the world go by just you and I
Across the field

sneakers being dropped by jets
Onto telephone wires
Every day I look up at them
And they grow a little higher

It's these dusty attic blues
It's the printed

here on one days
Only get out there stick right one way
Moonshine and whisky by the truckload
City boy trying keep that paint shine
Redneck slingin mud

See I come from a place not far from here
Where everybody knows my name
Where the, the streets are dusty and the roads are long
And you've got

cock-blocked by destiny
And fist-fucked by fate
But I'm slowly turning into everything
I know that you hate
These streets are a carcass
We watch the flies buzz