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buddy
I'm hopin' that you ain't gettin' corn in your tummy (no way)

Broad day bootings (normal)
Course it's my guys doin' the shootings
Course it's

? (Weird to me)
Put your ass in my face 'til I get pink eye
Fuck you anywhere, I'm that type guy (that type guy)
At the church, on the plane,

play by my guitar
Go

Just a perfect day
Walking together by your hand
Please don't ever fade away
Stay with me as much as you can

We could spend some

'cause I be 'round La Brea
They know we get live
My cousin got robbed right by my dog
But, I picked my homeboy side
How do I seem in front of my people

The Audience Is Listening

Steve Vai

The Ultimate Guitar Survival Guide

1993

on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote

gonna meet me halfway 'tween when
I find her and lose her
And in that dock between the
Hands of the clock
She's gonna park her flying spark
Here on my own

Best of Me [Closing Ceremonies]

Classified

Greatful

2016

That helped me out with my music
 I always made my beats 
But I always needed someone who could play guitar or bass 
Or even just give me some advice

Watched it for the first time with my brother Mike
Who taught me things bout women life and parenthood and rolling weed
Like never ask your drug dealer how

All of my guys
Dey for abj city
Who be this guy
And they call me tall skinny
All of my guys
Dey for good Abj city
Ayye
Good guy
Good guy
Good guy skinny

hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (trap)
But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip,

of the soldiers no
Don't be scared of my homies
I'll beat your ass by myself
They just out here rooting for me so
Anybody got a problem
Speak up now or just

Way back in the corner
By my daddy's fire place
There was an old guitar
In a worn out case
He didn't play it often
But he played it mighty fine

AND TROTLINES
WISH YOU WERE WITH ME TONIGHT
MY DRINKIN' BUDDY
I MISS MY DRINKING BUDDY

BRIDGE
PEARLY GATE , OPEN BAR , STEVIE RAY ON GUITAR
SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD

- he once bought some weed from a guy that I loaned my car to - they had sort of blown my speakers, so man, I was so in there, backstage passes

run my time
(Oya)
(Buddy buddy buddy buddy buddy buddydawn on me) (E ka le oo)
Tell all this girls wanna run my race
(Wait)
They can't run my race
(Oya)

I'm bulletproof i'm bulletproof, aww

Yeah yeah yeah yeah i'm bulletproof baby
Skin tougher than some kevlar
Me and my buddies going muddin'
In

Waltzed into the door, at Duffy's Gun Store
Breezed up the floor, with my buddy Brenton
For us fun was checking out guns
The agenda today, one by

good things
There’s strings attached
Now don’t get me wrong, my life’s a song but you know me
And I belong girl where you are
From time to time it feels

everybody wanna rap a pam pam
Dem dey call me Lil Wayne call me young money
Cuz I dey for black buddy black buddy
Anytime I look at my life I want to cry

'round here hanging off the edge of town

Just take me to the country
Where I can take it slow down an old dirt road and they know my name
Where

night and I’m going to track it and put it down to tape
In my dream I was playing my Spanish guitar but I think I’ll play the guitar Danny Ransom made me

The Audience Is Listening

G3

Live in Tokyo

2005

on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote

Average joe goin' smoke and get the bud in 
Ima get my buddies and hit the muddy 
They say it's all about the money 
Till it get ugly 
She call me

Close But No Guitar

Toby Keith

Toby Keith

1993

let me hear the song by Dixie and the guitar man
And as the dollar falls to the bottom of my jar
I get close but no guitar

I got close but no