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The box opened, empty, the steps up to your door
Rosetta memories, the heart it pines for more

With the wheel in my hand, I will follow 'round these curves

Play witcha momma bitch
Put fear in ya heart trick
Like ya period late
Im who they searchin for
My face showing everywhere
Im click bait
Say its a new

she a thot, by the way I do favors
Comfortable in my pocket, Tom Brady
I’m the new James Bond, need my broad Tomb Raider
Angelina, bring the beef homie

They were worn by the weather 
Oh, You were as human as I 
Pine Fire in the hearth 
Laid a fire in my heart
Now You have no body but mine 

Bury my doubt

feel my cold cold heart
I can't feel my cold cold heart
My thirst can't be quenched
My sadness won't be swept
My soul is a stench
Stained by the tears

Through whispering pines
The trouble with your smile
Haven't seen it in awhile
You're still mine

You are my heart and every part
That hurts and feels

Came a long way
I got big bottles I've been drinking all day
Man, we hold it by the fifth
Got the spliff and the doshier
Got a click full of soldiers

since I snagged
A relic, hanging with the fellas
Thrustin' my pelvis
At an auntie with the melons
Yeah, Sonny lookin' jealous
But I'm on to the next

your fears
By yourself
You won't be
Got you here
Inside me
I'm the light
I'm the source
Drink my sauce
Feel my force
Feeling drained?
I'm right here
Fill

I lay my head beside your head and dream
Of windblown fields for us to roam
I rest my heart next to your heart and dream
Of windblown hills to call

up the flow
I don't break hearts
It goes how it goes
I don't rock logos you know then you know
Still with my people push put pedal to floo
The Haters

Straddling the county lines, I lift my head toward the pine
To see my hows dilapidated burned up by a cigar flaming
I run my hands through the ruins

Blown Away

Akon

Konvicted [Clean]

2006

come from
The place where your fate is a mic or a bull or a dumb dumb
A jail cell a pine box and brothers is dumb young, young boys
Still bustin' guns

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

whole gang
I'm a cool dad
I let my nuts hang
Safe
Locked
Plate
Stocked
Weight
On
Golden Glock
James
Bond
Straight
Wand
Ain't the one
So don't get mopped

Southeast City Window

Daryl Hall & John Oates

Whole Oats

1972

Riding out along the river stopping by the pines
It's nice for someone speaking, to be heard, by heart and mind
Lying on the needle floor the city

got it figured out by now
My best chance at survival
Is to get up that big pine tree
Before that bear's arrival

Now I'm not afraida' that bear
I'm not

Old Doc Brown

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 4

1995

He was just an old country doctor 
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his

South Coast

The Kingston Trio

Early American Heroes

1984

the ace...l had won her
My heart it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was sweet
He opened the door

Raise the Flag

X Clan

Gangsta Rap [Priority]

1991

[ Brother J ]
Descending from the tribes of Africa
Inspired by the great black leaders

[ Professor X ]
Vanglorious
This is protected
By the Red,

with you by my side
Grippin' woodgrain, smoking ponderosa pine
Conversations in the stars, constellations in your eyes
Tonight (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

the feelings still there
California haze in the atmosphere
Towel by the door of the hotel room
But you still smell that Goodie
Good in the air
Rick james

lyrics by L. James Tanner & Charles Rinaldo, Music Whitman Rinaldo

taste is immaculate
Niggas on that Ave, talkin' that
They ain't bout it shit
I be bustin' bars, bustin' broads
Trust me nigga this my heart
We can take it