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Don't catch me in my element
I'm solid gold, you green skin
With a bad bitch sippin' riesling
League go dumb for no reason
We got the shine like a beacon

One Piece at a Time

Johnny Cash

Classic Country, Vol. 2 [Varese Sarabande]

2003

myself a plan
That should be the envy of most any man
I'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my hand
Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired
But I

apprehension

Holding hands with mannequins as they disappear
From the binding roles ambition holds so dear
Faceless caricatures so harshly define them

Spent

got that fire, fire, fire, fire 
So we leave a hater in the crater
Only thing they good for is fuel 
Fuel for the fire

Verse1:

I guess I’ll spit

Someone put the glass in my hand and
Romanced by the shape it was
He said rocket fuel is the key
He called it clear and hard
And it wipes me out and it

Where all the good songs have gone wCBS FM

Rocking all green outfit's
The butter look like Sun Chips
Suck my son's dick
We in the street like

as the top of a mountains
Or lows, as the valleys below
All together is in harmony
So, let's not pretend
Let's give each other a hand
Let's give each other

My love, my heart is frozen in time, meet my lust
Because it's chosen you, chosen you
I'm uncommitted because my plan's committed  
And I told you I

thing when the mind state flips

If you don't mind my fists were made for shaking
As things may seem, I'm slowly fading
The bad dream team in the halls

Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)
Now my community's gated and I
Made it and my neighbors say hi (say hi)
I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now

Thrasher

Neil Young

The Document

2015

credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my

Thrasher

Crazy Horse

Rust Never Sleeps

1979

credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my

coming my way
Cos I'm in my bag like a book
Focus on my grind, I shoot
Aim for the stars not the moon
Hands to the plough working, until I reap all

that bitch no hands shawty akageuka dungee
And we on go
Andale
When we in the cut
Hemorrhage
(Eyy What did I walk into man)
Rrra
Uhh
Everybody bout

my shot and it's wet
Prolly can tell by the net
Give me that rock and that shot you ain't blockin
We run down the court like a jet
Might have to tell

the Black Market
My dawgs
Drag ass on ya carpet
Got leverage
Funds to hemorrhage
Finishing touches on your
Beverage
Cruel methods
No ethics
Certified maniac

Listen to me i'm standing like a tree
Bound by my roots to where i want to be in life
Don't give me no strife
I'll stab you with my knife like words

Baby don't ask me to stop, not tonight
You know I was born with the wheel in my hands
The pedal roars, my red engine
Your teeth crunching in my

slowly to a miserable state
For my mistakes
Is it fate
We don't see eye to eye anymore
I won't keep holding on if you refuse to
Hand in hand
I'll see you

Looked me dead in my eyes
N i couldn't feel the love

Everytime u try to break me down
Its fuels me up
Might take a lose today
But il come thru in

of strangers

We're prisoners in darkness
Rats in a cage with anger
And hunger to fuel our rage
More of the same each bloody day
Best you should stay out of our

One million little bandaids

When I was a child I was frozen as a stone
Scared to take a risk and fail even in my home
I didn't know what to do

Skipping beats like a heart on your way there
Making jokes as you go, hard to talk, yeah
Fossil fuels pouring down with your hands there
You're my

Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise
Karma fuels my appetite
Feel it in your alkaline
Welcome to the afterlife
Manifest your paradise