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Dear Joe, you know, I'm glad you stayed
I've been feeling, sometimes, in a similar way
Looking back it's probably clear what was due to change
It's

of Cochise
By Joe Jackson

Should've hired a private eye but they're taxing
Would've gave my friends a try but they're not assassins
No casket but want

double l
Put that shit on big luck debonair
If I go broke I get saved by the bells
Something like slater
You simp for attention I'm keeping it playa
Off

and I'm on my joe budden
Walk away from it 
I know you want the coverage you don't have to throw shade for it 
'Cause patiently I'm favoring my faith and it

gettin' faded, when I'm sober she say that I'm crazy
Cartier shades got superpowers, I can see through your lies
Tell me the truth when I look in your eyes,

cruise control
Doing shows halfway who you are and halfway who you know
Surrounded by a bunch of solid people want to see my growth
Scriptures all up on my

way they breed em
Cold hearted reckless demons
Confident hop out a Beamer
745 carti shades by my eyes
Cut my line if I'm lying
We buy what you supplying

don't live in their lame lines. They got rules I don't play by
Can't fit in the box, cause it ain't mine. They buzzing to talk while I stay shy
I told you

Had a cold beer for breakfast
A few more at lunch
Had four or five at suppertime
By eight o clock I was drunk
In the morning I won't remember
Any

Standing in Your Shadow

Puressence

Face

2000

There I was, just standing in your shadow,

Just standing in your pool of shade venere.
Here I am, still yellowed by the summer,
Still sufferin in

visor down for shade on cloudy days
They would shoot up my cars
I would just slide back through with new rims and a paint job
Flamboyant like a gold

and, oh I'd like to come along and

Woke up right side of the bed
Still broke, still Joe, but it's all on my head
I got hope, got love, got a spot

Home in My Heart (North Carolina)

Claudia Church

Claudia Church

1999

[Verse 1]
I remember waking up
Running down a dirt road
Morning dew a shinin', watermelon by the wagon load
Little baby brother and my sisters in

"Where the hell Joe Biden?"
Jit, lil' bruh got rich, you fuck with us, you can't do no hiding
Trap house filled up with fish and slips, come and choose

constant, life for the Con got worse in his comics
Uphill battles leaked, by, tattletales tell my pad I'm alluring (a Lauren)
My bae is always judging what I