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the stroke
Yeah I like ghost but I prefer the rag trey
Daytons over Forgiattos all motherfucking day

Verse 6 (Young Ham)
Dodge holla west how I feel in

Marching to green meadows
Fellows and brothers ready for the gallows
Dark clouds signal our force
Eagles in their height skirmish our dragons blight.

you
I'm learning how to love you
I'm learning how to love you
I'm learning how to love you more

When I met you, we was 19
You made a brother do

a past ain't nothing different
And I'm older and I promise I forgive you
Not having you ain't know how to show my all feelings
Years keep going by and I

New Braunfels was a lazy country town 
And that happy, sweaty, tired crowd slowly drifted away 
No one knew who those boys were but they sure knew how

by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall

make sure your bread right
You don't really know how to spin cut off your head lights
Yea this for my brothers in that dog pound having cage fights
Yea

nothing new
By now you should know who Iʼm talking to
I feel like staging a bloody coupe
Thatʼs what itʼs coming to
Iʼm writing articles about my mind state

damn much that I can't let her get away, and I don't pretend
It's ever going to be the same, all you got to do is tell me how my music makes you feel
I

still on the go
She said they said that they feel like they don’t know you no more
Far from home

I find it funny how I met you on my birthday
And your

does it feel?
To get inspired by one and other?
How does it feel?
To have your best love in summer?
I am your best you reached the top
You are the best I

a hamster on a wheel, feels like a big deal
A life full of toil has mass appeal, made ideal
By conventions that shun contrarian thoughts
Tensions amplify,

10 ft tall and ridin high
Seemed like all them sad songs would
Finally pass me by
Counting down the hours and minutes
Till when I'd see you again
How

a thousand pounds disappear
I'm a magician run off with a pack and nigga
You gone die with it
How to get a bird across
The country? Fly with it
If you shittin'

bosses
Feel like he passed the torch
You'll never see
How much these diamonds
Cost me
Let me just shut up
We done went up
I know the feds watching
Cant lie

going
In the arms making workplace
Then they pretend to be gripped by
Some sort of political reflex
But all they're doing is paying dues
To the Military

to me

I know that too much has happened to me
I feel like I'm gon break in a few
I've been up under some pressure
I do not know how much more I could do

I don't need the country
Homemade dinners on Sunday
Talks with your little brother
Or your mother, baby
Won't send you no flowers
Sweet talk you for

You Can't Beat Jesus Christ

Billy Joe Shaver

Victory

1998

He was born to be known as everybody's brother
He is the Father, Son and Mary is His mother
He is a 'scuse my slanguage

Well, a compound country

Poor Man’s Show

Take a big look around
You can’t tell me that you’re proud
Of the country that we live in
While it’s run by wealthy cavemen
When

saw a opp
Worst feeling it's like damn, how my gang finna plot
I'm like, let the spliff burn slow
They all left me out to dry, feel I'm all on my own

I Need a Girl (To Bella)

Mario Winans

The Saga Continues

2001

always be true)
How I wish my wife could be you

I need a girl who'll ride for me (Keep her self real fly)
Damn near die for me (Staying by my side)

how to do it without ya
And I feel like I been thuggin by my lonely
You my brother you my slime you my homie
Aye how I'm supposed to step without my

And mama asked me this morning, if I'd been by your grave
But that flag and stone ain't where I feel you anyway

I drive your truck
I roll every window