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show that old face around here again
Because you'll leave me to be beaten robbed and bruised
In all the places I would much rather be kissed

By you

thats a whole lotta average
You got a catalogue o' meady songs
Maybe you weren't meant for the rap
But bro at least ya got keys
I meant to say Alicia

Everywhere i go people wanna know
All about my lifestyle and the way that i be flow
But ima go ahead and tell you how it go
From here on out chicks

been a check
Always chess
I could of been all around the world
It would of been the same old song
Call me when you get back home
Call me when you get

care, i feel so empty
Same old song be stuck in my head, that keeps on playing
I still tryna ease my mind, and heal my soul
Burn my thoughts down

GOODBYE KISS
Words & Music by
Thomas R. COSGROVE

Do you think I should be there before she leaves,
Or should I watch her break my heart from afar,

real my word is my bond
I know you heard that phrase so long
Tale as old as song I see the temperature is rising and its turning you on
DJ play your

“I’ve got an old guitar
It will need some work, some brand new strings
But it can take you far”,
So Robbie sat and learned some chords
A “D”, an “A”,

smoke by myself don't need extended leaves
Did it free, now i'm independent tryna benefit
You'll get old and die before you say you found another me
I'm

time there
We have none, I counted
God, can I tell you once more, turquoise
Thank you for the songs, and the home, and the old toys
Wish I could tell you

blows
Down upon the canopy
Down by the river an old canoe
Weathered to the metal and capsized
Awaiting the rise of the water line
To glide into the stream

Jams at my house
Where I can play music, dance, sing
Put on a record and get weird
By myself
No one to stop me from singing Along, to my favorite old

to the old way of doing
Bitch i'm never going back to school,
from out here's money moves

King shit, king shit
I just pulled up in this bitch
King shit, king

and tragic stories in your local paper
Written in blood by the opposing player
S*** don't get any safer
Cause even your neighbor will sell you out
For dead

they're lighting a blunt, bowl or paper
Whichever you want
Kick your feet up
And let your mind, body and soul vibe to my song
This is what I'm always

Her Words 
Music and Words by Deborah Jeanne Weitzman

Her words came down
Like a bullet from the sky
Her words, they shot a river of wondering
Just

a long night
But we'll see it through, I know

It's been a long time
It's been a while
We swapped out the songs and our old life
We patched together

from my entrée
Cause when it's Hammertime only Few keep it 1K
Cosigned by the Most High
Waking every morning sunglasses and a bowtie
Was blind to it now

close my eyes I reach internal peace
But with you by my side shawty that's all that I need
I make all these love songs but I never fucking drop shit
Your

old songs
Cause I was tryna tell me something
Couldn't do no wrong
And now I listen to that voice in my head 
It's saying nigga take yo ass back to bed

Just tryna get my first song out by October
Now I'm in the game and now I'm taking over
I'm feeling myself cause I bought a new choker
I'm taking yo thot

Passing through the coast clear, flying by the coast clear
Riding through Middletown now and we coast clear
And it feel so good to be alive, cus

Graduated from that old shit, I'm on that new school
Bout to run a train up on this game, I'm talking choo choo
Gotta change the rhyme scheme
Close my eyes,

fact 
Let me put you on to game 
Plenty to eat up in this lane 
Whether its cover songs 
Original work cuz the fame 
Don't really matter 
Come get