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I.O.U.

Jimmy Dean

20 Great Story Songs

1999

scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.

of y'all I don't want as friends
To some in power I won't make amends
To some they'll see their end
Not by my hand but their own men
Their own hands their

spilling and moving
With your balls hanging by a throttle
Looking mottle
Starting to bottle these feelings
Oh my god why do my balls wattle like a piano
I

to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties
Off with your dome I roam through your war zone with a platoon
full of soldiers with dust bones
Ain't nuttin

Dear Black Son

Brother Ali

All the Beauty in This Whole Life

2017

to keep your hands where they can see them
And try to understand that you're not even what they're peeping
They don't see a sweet kid that loves his

people passing by
But when I feel your hand in mine
They never been a boring night, saying
How did I end up here
Suddenly, holding you dear
Who would've

all the way up
And man we feel amazing the vibe don't pass it by and let's get a little crazy tonight
Pre party up before we call the uber
Don't even

Hey you, you little girl
Why are you standing there
so close to the edge
Your eyes, so big and bright
Aren't you afraid to die
Little steps is what

amazing
Twice as big as the next
He doesn’t dwell on the details
And he works in a suit
His soul is tied to the sea
His hands are hardened by wood

Cause I

I can't love you any other way
Running through a hurricane
Just to watch you murder me
I don't wanna live another day
If you aren't in love with me
I

Costcutter
Think about it? 
It anit hard to get your hands-on food
Tick half z of coke start making moves
Iv seen first hand what these roads can make

Hot like a kettle feel the tea when you creep up
Gawd damn I love when we meet up
Come to the crib you can kick your little feet up
Smoke a little

put that little rock on your left hand! 
Was up little vixen my name is Ismael you should understand that im with you till the end
 Im not changing you

or miscommunications
It's a mystery to me
Hands in the sky
Do you ever miss me
Do you break sweat or
Tears run through your tired eyes
I'm asking do you ever find

Or the clouds come rolling back
But I know you'll feel better
When I'm by your side
And oh
Leave a little sign for me
And shine
Shine a little light for me
Cause

You ask a thousand questions
And your hands are never still
Is it worth a thousand mentions?
Will I ever get my fill?
I savour all our moments
I only

to the checkers
Oh let's do it
They tell me that i do it better
Get booked for a murder
You Always remembered
Because they your blood
Don't mean
They family members

knees and give his face to me
Walk off with yo brain inside my hands i'm on a murder spree
I'm the type to chase the money like this is a game of tag

entire space till you can't recognize no one by their face
Leave them burnt to the third degree bet your mama done heard of me
I'm on a lyrical murder

in my hand
They are dead, like the rest of the land
And you are clutching a cross in your hand
Screaming, Divinity is a man
Communion of the promised

walking nightmare prone to bad dreams
Coming up with the cash in hand imagining a murda scene
Scanless schemes, murder first degree, I'm planning an armed

Cell the Great
First off let me start off
You bad as fuck
Your ex lost you
That nigga dumb ass fuck
You out here committing murder
In that dress you

A bag on the head a rope around the victims hands
Did you rest your case while taking out the judge and jury
The only witnesses were love murder faith

You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV