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selling tickets to a pity party
Now I'm holding my bankroll
Thick as queso
Got a real queen, she by my side, fuck these fake hoes
Me and Chris Waters got

that reserves on high

Pride is not taught, its naturally within us
We can kill our pride by believing in Christ who saved us
Almighty Lord, forgive us,

Ireland needs a vision, an aisling
To move on from bacon and cabbage
Potatoes, leprechauns and jaysis Mrs Brown's Boys!
My Ireland is checking itself
After

For Corners

Digable Planets

Blue Note Trip: Swing Low/Fly High

2009

are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know

Favorite white tee
With the stains in the collar
Loose belt loops and the jeans high water
Brown paper bag fruit snacks at the bottom
Bug juice with the blue

for the babies that’s not organically fed
Inflicted by crack heroin dirty water and Led
Still we make no excuses make something out of nothing really

Step by Step
Through the fire, through the flames

Come whatever may
Through the fire and flames I go for you
Come hell or high water
I burn for you

and arsenic
Where the carrots grow
Piss warm suger water where the
Summer canteen plus burn
Rubber like green is the new green, rubber
Neck froze, slows by

bottles.
She’d stick it in a microwave; leave.
Shake it up.
Warm water.
Couldn’t get her nature, but I had that similac,
Thinking bout whiskey.
Now, I know

NYCHA

Nas

Rapture

parquet with a touch of gravy
That's brown seats
The motto is still fuck you, just pay me
My neighbor addicted to water, he stuck in the Navy
Same block

She'll Drive the Big Car

David Bowie

Reality

2003

By the dawns early light
Loves lies like a dead cloud
On a shabby, yellow lawn
Up on riverside

She'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
She'll

You Can Tell a Man by His Truck

JJ Lawhorn

Original Good Ol' Boy

2013

by his truck. 
It's got scratches and dents, just like him. 
Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling. 
You can tell a man by his truck, yes

people to count now
Sniffing the brown brown
Mountains of cocaine and gun powder
This AK-47 is God
These shells are individual angels of death
Guided by

the blunt then,
HIGH as fuck at the vice function, need our vices to function,
.you ain't the first, we get offered advice by the dozens,
.and we respond by

your locked away or in hell fucking a demon (aaahhh!)
My ego is so high, if I fell off it I would die
I’m the weirdo in the back, smoking crack in junior

stranger
Holy new creation has a heaven hand painter
My favorite melody a reprimand singer
Holy run through hell like I've never seen danger
New Wakanda

Hour That the Morning Comes

James Taylor

Dad Loves His Work

1981

going, going, gone.
He'll be the first to know and the last to go 
When the shit hits the fan.

Give me a little water, give me a little wine,
You're

modern man
Body counts increase by thousands by the hour
The sniper on reserve blastin hots from the water tower
Absorbin' energy from the sun MC's run
My

of wood and water
Let's go back there again

Jamaica's where I'm from
A place I really miss
My favourite dish
Ackee and salt fish

When I left Jamaica
I was

i know that i wont die

You either do or do not, there is no try, do i get high, Yoda
Not just to get by, to walk on the sky, and keep me in tune with

Water, well, chain, can't melt (Let's go)
Glocks, in the mail
We send oppositions to hell (We do)
These niggas, they snitches, gon' tell (Let's go)

Down

Yelawolf

Shady XV

2014

to filthy
High class only means stoned in school
Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool
Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown
So what I got

just let the sound team
Up with something, that just sounds supreme
That's the one God, that's the most high
Rio de Janeiro is close by
I keep her

Dylan,
he was consumed by Dylan and Gregorian Chants. God, the sounds
that came out of his attic bedroom: scared the hell out of us kids some
nights. There