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about it before you diss me on a track
I hang with niggas that just got out and ready to go back
Bizarre making wack crews fold
Me and Bill Clinton wanna

Little Rosa

Webb Pierce

Webb Pierce Road Show

1971

smile and he says ten cents
Now I said boss how come to you to charge me a dollar for the rose
And you charged the young lady only ten cents
Then he

a marathon but i ain't running track
Yeah you better get this straight like this a protractor
The best in the game
They call me the X factor

I'm never out

man
I live by honor and loyalty made for musical royalty
You don't pay me my royalties? Tracks, you get no more from me
It's time to open doors for me

fully like an open letter
Paper like a hater lighter
Than feather girl got finger
By some sharp nail
Always having a escape route
You can't fuck me in

Brand New Man

Brooks & Dunn

Reboot

2019

Woah, I'd brag about my freedom
How no one could tie me down
Then I met you
Now my heart beats true
Baby, you and me together
Feels more like forever

Uh ok let's start at the top

You looked at me
Your eyes they started wandering
I never thought we'd ride the same wave
We're rippling
You told me

The cold rips through my flannel and my denim
You told me that by now you'd have it figured out
But you were way off track, you gotta get back
To the hard

this vibe
Excuse me, yall can exit stage left
I'm here now to do it right, end of the night, won't be no stage left
Kill a track and bring it life in

I drop D lines on tracks the running back
You played the backfield boy but cannot run it back
I was taking time off it's time to run it back
A couple

I'm tryna delete
Can't befriend a phony, now I'm feeling like you know me
Smoking with my homies, tripping by my lonely
Two doors on my coup, got a Dr

the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say
I'm kinda buzzed

by the willow tree
I'm wallowing in misery
My pillow is a brittle leaf
I let the weather get to me
I'm just another man
I'm no different than my

that they been right by me 
They all wanna know how I do this shit just as bad as the wifi be
Somebody let me know why they tryna steal my sauce
Tryna

live by my notion
And I know you know that I'm back on track
I bet on myself don't you know me
I put in the work with no trophy
So give me the praise

on the same course
I get pulled by an unknown force
Trying to figure out what's the source
Can not tell you where I was
Bitch I'm trapping look at my life
I

Listen to this track, bitch
Drumma boy
I do it again
I do it again, I do it again
I do it again
Say bitch, I just want you to stretch, you heard

me that one day that I'd be great
I remember Niyah told me not to walk away
My bro had sat there quite while he tryna fight a case
He told me if you

with that nigga, congratulate
And welcome to the family, take care of the family
When child support knocked, you should see how much they ran me
When

of the mind
Pay attention, I'll explain it to you this one time
We get caught up in the hustle, losin' track of what's important
By the time we turn 18 it seems

Fashion Pack

Amanda Lear

Super 20

1989

It was night and suddenly I felt like dancing
I took a cab to show me to the disco scene
He said: o.k.
You wanna see those crazy people
Hastling

to buy that truck
Now you feeling like booker you got defeated by the bucks
And niggas talk tuff on the gram but won't do shit when they see me
Shit I was

a woman bout 6'5
She took me in & she saved my life

I was livin' with the crooks by the railroad track
Workin' my way to a heart attack
I was lookin' like

this money like 40 yard dash
Here used to be gang , but got left in the past

I'm keeping my focus by blowing this gas
You ain't seen me in months, cause