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news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell

don't know how to win the war
He said LOVE is all it takes
Alright then yeah
Well that's when I told Him
Yeah that's when I told Him
Show me the way
Show

that these words are my own
Don't loose me in fear of unknown
Even though you're mad
And don't owe me
Will you take me back
Will you show me love?
Show

Superstar – Written by Jeremy Andrew Foster
Yeah
 You’re dealing with a superstar
 Oh baby
 Let me show ya
 Oh I’m feeling like a superstar
 I’m

get it ayee)
Bad lil bitch she a goat
Rollie on my wrist all gold
All this drip gon show
Big bank rolls like whoa
We get it 4Shit sho
Checc by checc I

U Hate It

Liz Phair

Funstyle

2010

you."
"Way back, I knew this was gonna be a hit. You know, the concept design of the album, the cover itself..."
"Solid gold. Solid gold."
"And

roll unless they Andrew Jackson
it's Brooklyn by me the crook the IB ya even look 
at ID you gettin hooked to IV 
motherfuckers huh

Even when the sun goes down
We'll find our way with the stars
When everything else grows cold
We'll keep burning brighter than white gold
We glow we

B****es N Marijuana

Tyga

Fan of a Fan: The Album

2015

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem

Billie Jean (No Diggity Remix)

Dr. Dre

No Diggity [#1]

1996

(gold digger, gold digger)
But the kid is not my son (I like the way you try to get slick no, no, no, no diggity)

For forty days and for forty nights

and the clips 
I just came up different some real niggas taught me the way so I gotta stick to the scripts 
Sad to say them niggas they dead or in jail learn as I

your show!
Shine like you're gold
Cuz you're gold baby, gold baby!
So baby let's go!
Groove in your soul
Cuz you're gold baby, gold baby
Welcome to this

chess but a nigga can't check me
If it ain't money or fam don't text me
Way too busy yea you know that I'm working
16 hours all day out murkin
Come back

Gold

Emmylou Harris

All I Intended to Be

2008

could never be gold

You looked so high and low for heaven,
I tried so hard to show the way
But though I flew on wings of angels,
My feet were always

the ones
That would take off work
To see my shows
The Aynom's and the Alex's
And every one that challenges
The norms
By requesting Truth Jones on radio

Pure Gold

Ringo Starr

Ringo's Rotogravure

1976

THE WAY WE WANT TO BE?

AND DO I STILL BELIEVE IN STORIES I'VE BEEN TOLD?
ARE ALL THE THINGS SHE BRINGS ME WORTH THEIR WEIGHT IN GOLD?
OH YEAH, (oh yeah)

Soon you'll see me playin' Saudi like N'Golo (One)
I was Wireless week, I done four shows
Course on the front of the ding-dong's four Os
He don't play

computer

And it didn't mean
Anything to me
Back then

And he also
Tapped on a table
In a rhythmic way

Kind of like
The sound of
Horses running

Kind

that you'll ever hear

No Gods or Kings, only Man
Parasites you better scram
It's Andrew Ryan comin' at ya
When you got no hope he'll give you rapture

You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you

Gold, honey you're so brilliant when you
Come and cheer me up when I'm
Blue, beautiful and royal, but sad
I've never liked the way that I felt when I

special, so true
When it's standing right in front of you

Im gold babe
Catch me in the slipstream
Passing by the fools who just dont know
Pure gold babe

Through every argument and minuscule fight
She always loved me by the end of the night
I didn't realize who all I would've hurt
I'm ready to go back my

on a lil' trip, I'll be back
Anybody looking for me, just tell 'em that I'm

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to New York