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Start this shit off with some bars, huh, you better listen
Strippin' down in my room, she asked me, which position
Told her, bitch, no, no, I can't

Woody's Rag/Hard Work

Arlo Guthrie

Son of the Wind

1992

Words and music by Woody Guthrie

While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.

I was born working

Wouldn't say I'm moving on
But I'm living my life, I'm no longer your pawn
Not moving on
Not controlled by you, and I'm feeling strong

I'm being myself now

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

with his bike 

And he's got Guthrie running in his bones 
He's the hobo kid who's left his home 
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones

on the watch for the Sherriff
In all seven periods you can meet me by the stairs
Ain't pickin' shit up, AirDrop it through the mail
Got to much weight, just

get this drip out the mail
I do it for footage you shop off the shelf
(Hey-Hey)
Did it All by myself
Bitch my name start ringing bells
(Whoo-whoo)
I did

catch this blessing
If not, I'll take it upon myself, long behold this Smith & Wesson
Aye, Menace, bruh, you know I'm tryna get racked in
That's when

404 atl run the city by myself
Got my money on the shelf
Dripping ice I let it melt
On my life I never tell
I got that scent that you can smell
Got

it all by myself ay ay
Lost in dwelt feels likes collect calls on a letter mail myself yea yea
Smells defeat beneath can't seem to get in reach ay ay

All by Myself

Cassidy

B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story [Bonus Tracks] [Clean]

2007

I'm alone all by myself
But I don't need nobody else
And God

I wanna thank my fans, good lookin' for the mail
'Cause I was goin' through it when they

serenaded me as I fell asleep

So put your ear to the steel rail humming
And catch a glimpse of the other side
And if you're lucky, you just might lose your

Crazy Bout Ya

Master P

Only God Can Judge Me

1999

help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
I'll do anything to see ya, and I slay myself to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't

I like to roll up a jay I just feel like it might help
I ain’t ever like to match I like to smoke by myself
You could just tell that it’s gas, you

Don't need no help (help)
All by myself, dont hit my cell (cell)
Pack in the mail (mail)
Ship it or sail, loving the smell (smell)
Tale of the tape,

imma have a good day
Sunshades like I'm ray
By my V Lone feel like being by myself today
Yeah you said you getting paid but is you really getting paid

Kado you way to dope kid
Send me a letter through the mail
Ion want talk over no phone
Sometimes I feel like I won't make it home
It's life or death

on my lap
I would sit out my by the mail box
Waitin' for the morning mail
I'd be like an anxious puppy
Who just sit's and wags his tail
You won't ever

time
All alone I’m by myself
But
Ima get all of mines
Sorry if I flipped ya cash app
Cause I had to pay fines
I’m that same lil nigga
I’m still missin my

Internet Going Nutz

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

Okay, on this computer, gon' see what it do
"Paul, you've got mail"
Let's see what new e-mails I've got
"I, I, I've got the internet goin' nuts"

I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass

entropy?
What would you do, Woody Guthrie?

Well, black and white
They were thought to be alright
In the days before psychology
Before angst was invented by

tell by the flow that the boy is a pro

I wrote a letter to myself, bring the mail through
Said you know the bullshit, don’t scare you
Waving

house myself (then what)
If it so happens to be ah mansion live in it by myself (solo)
Souljas only live once
Quick as you got it I’m gone
Slow ‘mo in my

You can tell, I’m in this s*** by myself
I don’t need nobody else
say I won’t make it, I guess that time gonna tell
Shipping them packs through