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know, stallion leading us
Into a hot girl summer followed by the
Coldest of nuclear winters
What does that even mean anyway?
I don't know
But, uh, hey
Dr.

This feel like Will Smith when he dropped Summer Time
Or Money May, when he upped his wins from forty-nine
When Michael Jordan showed the world that

Michael Jackson Cover

If You Call Out Loud
Will It Get Inside
Through The Heart Of Your Surrender
To Your Alibis
And You Can Say The Words
Like You

UMM how do I say this
Maybe your ass should see a shrink
For thinking you can get famous
It's truly heinous that this the road that you going down

and the soundproof
Looking like one big galoot
Six two hands hanging down to my knees
Similar to what my dick do
Who the fucks this Mick dude
Here on a mission

shadow figures lurk by your side
You try to move
You're paralyzed
You're in your room
And you're petrified
What can I do
When I'm horrified
The same thing

the VP call me True Jackson
High Key on the stereo
While we drivin' down the highway
White car, black interior
Michael Jackson in the driveway

Women be

that legit by the coast of the east let me slip
I don't wanna slip but I'm stuck with your bitch
Back on the road like the big gun soldier
Bet you didn't

This is the Night

(Written and Performed by Michael Jones)



Where you gonna go child

Where you gonna go child

Where you gonna go when tomorrow

don't overdraw
A fast car
A road without the law
A hot mom
Not Michael Rappaport
Life ain't fair baby girl so get used to it
Went back to college for some

Boeke at the Bokeh lounge with ladies
If you're looking for some fun, catch the grey ghost lady
It's amazing
Watch the sunset right down by the river

rejoice
Fire shut up in my bones
Not talking about the Holy Ghost
Just trying to speaking those
Things that I need weighing me down the most
Fire from

Michael Corleone, I be rolling with the mob

Crunch time, time to get into that bag, it's crunch time
Bite down, fuck all that playin shit, it's time

goin' down that road
But my phone kept reroutin'
They tryna go the right way
But the left said "Ayy"
You gon' ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride for the gang so

trauma
I talk the talk, walk the walk
So ease on down the road end up in chalk
I have no preference who I devour, man
Me with a hundred round clip make
It

My luck 
Lay in the road
Copper side up
Copper side down it shone

I 
I passed it by
I turned around
I picked it up

I shook my beggar's cup
I shook

Heads or tails, yeah I tossed it
Michael Scott, yeah I bossed it
I just ran a Boston, that's 13 books 
I just did 13 hooks 
I was 13 shook, by your 13

with Mandy muse in a plane is still unchecked
But that's one of my goals
Not entitled
I might go Michael for survival
I'll take the high road
Time goes

Hip Hop and I cool
Prince PoetryPro busy writing Haikus
Before the girlfriends, lips on a mic grill
Pretty young things ta me's a song by Michael
Sure,

tripping acid
Drops another one because he feels like he can have it
Down the road, motherfuckers pull up on him say hello
Then they get blasting then that's

to the corner store to grab a snack. Looking down futures road, I saw college. A great career. Giving back to my community as an activist for those that looked

than pesos
I invest by the case load
The dotted print reads Amos (King)

Burden bearer me occupation (mmm hmm)
Dealing with different situations (Ohh!)

Locked and I'm loaded
Go in, full strapped
Colossus, I'm stoning
Opponents skull caps
Got the components
By my own hands
Obstacles passed
Without a road

A hundred a century since the beginning
From the start
I put the perp in the bark
Of the trees, under trees
Cooling out by the villa
Florida native smoking