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or a beer
Take the edge off you'll be so glad you done it
Here's to all us winners in the great state of drunk it

Chorus
I drunk it, I drunk it, damn it

As though he was drawing a knife
"If in five minutes' time you don't speak, lad
Here's a rope and goodbye to your life
Three minutes had gone by in silence

as a gateway to freedom, freedom from judgment, freedom from expectation, freedom from limitation. By simply allowing all of your attention to rest in

it, we get it back to split it
And Big be that nigga we be flyin through your hood
And hoodrats scopin with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we

and all my Hermes
Eating well and we can laugh yeah

I remember times of never having shit
I would Sell my own possessions just to get by with a stick what

ain’t all bad 
I know it that it ain’t all good

You made it out the hood
Until they stationed you in Fort hood 

 Down on your last
You did the best that

State Lines

Dustin Lynch

Current Mood

2017

kiss, so good
I'd travel to the future for ya, baby, if I could

You know I'll be there, right by your side
If it wasn't for these state lines

to you
(Well, all this time you've been talkin', you still ain't said shit)
Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me
'Fore I bust your head, just for

self
I won't debate
I'm in a whole other state
On a farm
I feel like jake
Hmm
Next I'm going to Australia
Ima find me a mate
Aye what's up wit it
What's

set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position

worn out life
Look above and you’ll see in the sky full of stars
Shining hope that can heal all your scars
Go with me and let’s break all the bars

Now

of the greats
You’ve heard all the fine kings, and dug all their crates
What a Shame your top critics, are ill informed mates
As the huddle hushes in round one

In this state of mind I'll tell you
What words I deeply feel
When you're close room starts to shrink
Drowned in blue I feel your presence

Is my

in front of a good crowd?
Why do all of your close
Battles turn into 8 Mile?
Your palms be sweaty, knees weeks
Arms be heavy vomit on that sweater

Watching your mates pass by

I make a quick call as the sun comes out and
I leave the people that I just met in town
I ring another mate and ah yeah, I

the silence
When you sit In car mate let keep your life belt
It sign nate let keep your bustiers

You will evermore fade on your all fall, full  failfallface

It's All Good

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood [Clean]

1998

to the west coast, all my bitches 

Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got 
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop 
Walk up in

It's All Good

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

1998

to the west coast, all my bitches 

Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got 
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop 
Walk up in

don't try to
Measure up against me mate
You smoke like five seconds spotted
Y'all like y'all left it
So I killed you on your own records like
Did that

The World Is Filled...

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

it
And Big be that nigga we be flying through your hood
And hood rats scoping with they eyes on my goods
See we date em like we hate em, see em like we

I swear I've seen you somewhere else
I'm stuck on the fact you're by yourself
Come and talk to you but what
I haven't got the balls
Your mates dash

I'm always gettin' high, got this money on my mind
Don't call if you ain't my plug, I promise that you'll get declined
I wanna chill with all mates

the beginning when we were kicking it strictly on Hinge messaging
Is it destiny? Were we meant to be binging Netflix in
Your living room, in the mood, you sitting

play wrong"
Good boy, put your head strong
This real life, no Jake Long
Bounce out that bitch like ping pong (Bounce, bounce)
Climbin' up the ranks like