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to ford can't remember
Off bars as I look at the stars
That now guide me to death
Can't find what is left
 I need a whole
Script now come give me them meds

Civic, Ford Focus I ain't gotta be specific
Never let em know your next moves or the depths of it
Just keep em like goldfish
Penning Since Derren brown

(Ayye JD Lemme Hear That Back)
A million different thoughts live inside my head
I don't complain, I'd rather make a song instead
I can see the future

my hand
Steer the car before it crash
You're like a potato, about to get mashed, yeah

All my haters are my fans, wanna be tucked inside my can
Times

team like I'm Floyd (ay)
Money all over the floor (ay)
Bitch I got drive like a Ford (ay)
Bitch I might drive in a foreign (ay, skrrt)
Ay ay ay ay
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cheetahs
Lion's Teeth
Caps is coming off 
They knees 
We king of the league
Sun god wide receiver 1
Sacks by cidan Hutchinson
4 quarters until its done
King

The smog in the air, it pounds my brain
It all feels like a hazy dream
Until the murmurs are broken by a scream
That man's gonna be run down
People learn

to lose I fight my battles by myself cause im a brave hearted dude

Never been to atl but im a brave hearted dude I know people want my spot pay Uhaul if

Moving on
I got m's on my mind like Majin Vegeta
Why they have to go and ruin it by bringing in that heater
I was trying to put it together like I bought

Israel just to fuel their racist dream/ 
That white and blue flag don’t ever wave that shit by me/ I’ll stick it up your ass and make you learn some

would be a humble rebuttal, cliche yet subtle
I swear parents pair up, and sell by the duffels,
Especially suffer a tear, to the account on holidays,

Livestock drop from the sickness that I got when I pass by
That's right, my shit is the plague, mister; a Citizen Kane figure
They take liquor, mix it with

leather inside 750 Ford, blue 30's on my grind
I mean mane, I'm a half a key away
From a brick of cocaine
I swear I put that on Cita mane
They tell me money

double cross put Jesse in the cold, dark ground
Robert Ford shot old Jesse down
That no good dirty, little coward really had it coming
Five grand

you get hit by Pacquiao
Your team down, for the switch on you, you better move around
One up in the head, I can't go fed, might have to take some down

to the boys for the area
Wey Dey show me love on a steady
Paper chasing on a regular
Tom ford flex I ain't faking that (Yeah yeah )
I ain't faking that
Real men

A Hangry Man Clark Ford featuring Underground Treehouse 

He just came home from a long day's work
Yellin' and cursin' as he walked through the door

make the bags disappear like hocus pocus
Yeah, I was tempted to put that lean inside my soda
Yeah, recorded a song before I tried to go and pour up

Uh huh 
Uh huh
Whoo
Yeah, yeah, let's get it 

Fuck you 

cy, yeah
What up my niggas and niggettes
If you ain't know by now, yeah I been next 
Gained

with armed forces at your door
Fly like Concorde, cologne by Tom ford
Fuck around and she gon’ perform on all fours
And I love it
Pass it, I’ma puff it

I feel a void in my chest now I'm looking at my heart beat
Long drives always get my mind right speeding down the 14
Bad bitch by my side, she wanna

with the bobber
I'm hallow inside my emotions like riding bikes
I don't even think about em (Nah)
Don't dream about em, hey tell me bout this girl
You

WILD HORSES
Words and Music by John Ford Coley

We'd sit by the fire ring you'd spell out your dreams
There was just so much inside you
The big sky

SHE'S ALWAYS TALKING WITH ANGELS
Word & Music by John Ford Coley, Eddie Cunningham & Dennis Knutson

She hears that voice inside her
I never hear