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out, mama, that's why I walk with it
Not the type to eat by myself, show them how to all get it
She gon' let me fuck when she mad, we steady arguing
Hear

time
Don't let it pass you by
Tape in your Natural High
Sore high as eagles fly
All praise to the most high
In God we do abide
Don't you worry bout

Woke up in the morning thinkin' Bout a check
Hit up my connect and took a Bleezy to the neck
Young Boss, Better run me my respect
Paid the cost, now

it's
Full of evil hands that's stretched out over blessed chalk
I just can't find any reason
To wake up in the morning put my feet in shoes begin to walk

that old oak tree
Whiskey 'round the fire, now I lay me down to sleep, and
In the morning, I would feel so good
Waking up in the middle of the woods
Legs

to the Lord
Praise His holy name
His favor lasts a lifetime
And weeping may stay for the night
But joy comes in the morning

I exalt You, Lord, You lifted me

I just ride i go by
Why the hell they cannot tell me all the truth? Man I see lies
I see lies in disguise 
Woo
Fuck it I gon ride
I see lies
in

Or maybe in two days 

Up in the morning and already yawnin' bitch hit me with the 
Good morning
I know she want some mm so I text her no I'm sick 
Blue

in the morning and (Hey)
Do it all again (Yeah)
I don't do it to fit in (Yeah)
This is just how I be
And I'm still being me

I'm still me (Still me

Georgia, Can You Hear Me?

Street to Nowhere

Charmingly Awkward

2006

at your breakwater
Won't you whisper
That you remember me.
When they seal you in oak and throw dirt on your face,
May a soft bark sapling sprout from thee.

by tha morning
If a nigga die, please don't mourn
Ima find my soul by tha morning  
Bitch im on fire like Denzel, Premium shots like  I'm Cobe
Shouts

New York City born, bred in Skid Row, 
Let me tell you like this

You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like

New York City born, bred in Skid Row, 
Let me tell you like this

You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like

Trigger finger itching
I won't let it slip though
I got all this crypto
Tryna get rich bro

Bumping jams with my kin folk
Riding 'round got the blam by

that know him
That he going back to you
He sits by your side
Hes the truth hes the way
I believe in your son rest of my days
Teach me your ways lord
Let

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

Affordable Art

1984

Goodbye'

"Make six bullpen pitchers carry my coffin
And six groundskeepers clear my path
Have the umpires bark me out at every base
In all their holy

Swayze - ghostin'
On the I-95 New York City - coastin'
No I'm not boastin'
Out in Paris eating French toast in the morning
They looking astounded by

Making love till the morning light 
Everything will be all right
Tell me how you feeling inside
Please don't try to hide
Let it out, no need to hide
Let it

exposed and raw
So I hope you're feelin' thirsty

Now to paint a clearer picture,
Let's start with how we met
You left me your calling card
In the carpet

me and bacardi, yeah
Girl you got me hardly, thinking bout the morning
Pour the liquor in my cup, go and drink it, drink it up
Party till the morning

to something so holy?

I let You see this side of me
Hold me close 'til the morning comes
And I'll give You my heart again
I'm not gonna run
Cause I need You

heaven dear may have
  suggested to promise us 
But these waves scare me 
I am going to die
 in full despair 
 Wake up where?
  On second breath in life

Unknown Tongue

Blue Öyster Cult

Cultosaurus Erectus

1980

from a dream
Her eyes were open
Her lips were moving in the dark

Speak to me in many voices
Make them all sound like one
Let me see your sacred

immortal
Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto
I’m the real Zorro, Rest in peace Toro
And when I die, bury me in all Polo
Kanyeezy’s on my feet with two