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Ackrite

Dr. Dre

2001

1999

what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm

going up on a Tuesday
Might come down on a Wednesday
Check just cleared on a Thursday
I'ma blow it all by the weekend
I'ma run it up in a month
I'ma

numb
Forget everything that we've done
Five months since you've been gone
And I'm so sick of counting like a calendar
Need you by my side to my right you

niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking

it
Because I'm putting all this work in to tell my mama I done made it
I'm doing better by the month baby
And if I keep up this momentum I'll be where

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Six months from now
I'll be driving around
Passing by some old record store we used to talk about
Isn't it funny how most of those days
I just turned

It's summer 89'
You had on Patsy Cline
We danced by candle light
Hope your dad doesn't come home tonight
The month of June
Butterflies grew
I wanna

get thirsty for me
Friday, we got fried on the highway
Saturday, that's when she sat on my face
Sunday, we in church fresh no runway
Hoping one day we

By a basic standard, you could say I'm doing great
Huge raise at work, plus I got my own place
Business owner, yeah I'm stacking up my own cake

early tonight. I know a lot of you ladies going to cook Sunday dinner tomorrow. Maybe if Kenneth Cole made a stove, huh? They're going to ban gas stoves

The Mayor of Candor Lied

Harry Chapin

On the Road to Kingdom Come

1976

mother's eyes

All my thoughts of outrage, embarrassment and pain
Were washed away by what came roaring through my brain
The Mayor's at my mercy and I

hood's where I reside
Don't need a passenger 
I'm always down to ride
Focus on self no expectation for you muthafuckas 
Love to my brothers 
Tho we don't

Pray that you here by the end of this fall
End of this Fall
Pray that you here by the end of this fall
Quiet in passenger back from ya mama house
Ya dude

apparent, the foundation like a Ferris wheel 
Wash if it's an error, then restart before the face reveal
James Charles by tomorrow, you won't wanna wait for

Hey guys

Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but

Every Head Bowed

Randy Travis

Around the Bend

2008

Cracker crumbs and a little shot glass
I was starving to death because I didn't know Jesus yet

But I was saved by a month old Twinkie in my corduroy

from lemons
Planted by lady day

Strange fruit hangin, dead your syringe
Distorted guitars make white soul DJs cringe
Pan am's plasma makes hair

Deck of Cards

Bill Anderson

The Best of Bill Anderson

1991

When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man

Hate me, tell me, every first of the month
I do not even dance, I just stand in the club
Que pasa, spanish, yea I'm saying whats up
Ring a ding ding,

But
Your lilac perfume's finally out of my sheets
Now the only scent I crave is
Where we would meet
Every Sunday after the busy week, and now Our waiter

LeSabre
I knew if I drove by around eight
You'd be there waiting to make a break
For it
Yeah it was yours that passenger seat
Sometimes I feel you missing

things were gonna go

On the lawn drinking Sunday's PBR
This the longest summer by far
In the mirror staring at old scars
I don't know who you are

Can't

of Sundays 

Since my heart beat this strong

What took you so long

What took you so long



Now I've traded in this heartache for a ticket by your side

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