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upon a
Way up on a hilltop
Overlookin' the purple thunder
And the rain pours down
Turns rivers to brown death
By landslides, when I'm takin' the game

Shambles on the floor, held by angels
Inner demon so old, it feels ageless
I think of you, do you think of me too
Thought you loved me, but I guess its not

Golden Age of Radio

Josh Ritter

Hello Starling [Bonus Disc]

2003

of the dance hall 
I'm a joke that you'd probably enjoy 
On the outside of Memphis all the building look big 
And the white picket fences all dare to charge

a roughneck, redneck, cowboy poet and singer of songs
In the dance halls and choir lofts for all you saints and outlaws

Chorus
But time keeps chasing away all

thang make me insane when i'm
In it I turn a lunatic I fell in love with Vuitton
Before Christian louboutins then spotted Tom Fords
Now I rock em like

F**K Faces

Scarface

My Homies

1998

The time
I'm thinking about keeping this bitch by my side
Girl so fine niggas dreamed they fucked her and lied
But I'm numero uno, the one and only
Bitch

date for you
In Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone!
Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone!
We got cowboys and miners and fine dance hall women
Carryin' on, raisin'

Neon lights and lots of noise bachelorettes and honky tonk cowboys
Plenty of people trying to make a name all looking for the fortune and fame
I'll

that I'm here?
(Why don't you know that I'm here?)
Yeah
Tryin' to get your attention when you walk in the hall 
But you never see me at all
Yeah

You

The last train out of town hall station leaves at 1:45 in the morning
I jump in and grab a seat just before they give the fifteen minute warning
Two

a portrait
Too many p's I need me a forklift
I'm onna block like Alonzo Mourning
I be high by myself bitch I'm solitary
Picking off the plug yea I feel like

some brand new Jordans
These niggas move green
I can see loathe
20/20 my Cartier lens
I’m going ham on every song
Carry me by 6 still fuck them pigs
Beat

to be by somebody's side
I'm thinking bout you
And every time I drank too much wine to forget about what's inside
I'm thinking bout you
And every time I

Smuckers

Kanye West

Cherry Bomb

2015

Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I

neurodivergents drug addicted men are dying
Eating plan-b like a cannibalistic hen
I'm a cis man yet my
Logical faculties aren't so stumbly like a defacto

And make him mean something

Tell us what you wanted to, and all we did, we needed you
Your dreams were too small to care
But I'm always reminded, if you

who I’m talking too
Talking to
Talking to
Yea I’m tryna talk to you
Tryna rock with you
Tryna vibe with you
Tryna see what you really up to
And what you

hand too knockin'
And I told her don't play me, bitch I'm somethin' like a mechanic
'Cause I gotta keep that tool by me, I don't care who by me

On the scene, burning green, but now we got the Rona
Too fast to play pretend
Forever young and waiting on the weekend
18 and still watching cartoons
Now I'm

Cheepnis

Frank Zappa

Roxy & Elsewhere

1974

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm

The Texas Cowboy

Hank Snow

The Yodelling Ranger (1936-1947)

1994

That's all I'll ever do, 
I'm a two-gun singing cowboy 
And I've never had the blues.

For I hop on my old Pinto, 
And o'er the plains we ride,
Just

regret if I didn't say
Death won't have the final laugh
This city's been painted gray in ash
While I'm here in the hall of smoke and mirrors
I need eyes

Lotta rappers hate, they nice but they aint really this though
Two hands two drinks I'm wasted
Oil pen honeycomb I'm vapin' 
Too fresh too clean too

bitch do too much
I got a new blunt, I got it
My ganja be boofing, I'm sorry, don't mind it
Say you got swag but she couldn't find it
I got that bag