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Me, I been plotting on a Ray Eames
(Uh huh)
And like them songs by a genius, it Ain't What it Seems
(It Ain't What it Seems)
Walter Van, you could pan

wishin prayin And hopin for
I be running thru these thoughts
Like I'm a whore

Ran-away
Might Run to France
You find me on a beach
On a prance
Pull a van

Another drink, another Jameson
I'll sing this song for you if we go out again - again
Another night and it's almost 4am
You said it's warm outside,

t for the fucking heat bro
(There's a second where I sing not gonna lie to y'all)
Okay, okay, look
No pop star but you know I got some keys
The Camry need

I'm eatin' 'cause it's dinnertime
I promise I'll make it right back, I ain't leavin' for long
I'm just fuckin' your bitch while I'm writin' this song

far
I'm a star like Ringo
Music is my art
I can't lose here like Van Gogh

Miniature literature taught by sinister ministers
And I witnessed the visit

black new clothes
I ain't got time for none of these hoes

Who do you think u are 
Satellite's not a star
You're a scar on my wrist 
I'm a song u cant

to cap on the gram
Saying shit, throwing rocks, hiding hands
You hate me, but y'all really been a fan
Group picture in that busted Rent-a-van
Hate on me

primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,

It's Not Easy (Being Green)

Pierre Bouvier

This Gigantic Robot Kills

2009

Check out that noise in the background! I'm mad green
Right now it's a biodiesel generator!
I'm using it to run the computer studio for

Sexy gyal and we call them "leng"
Back then we would call them "peng"
Bare words that we got for guns
Like "waps" and "skengs"
You call them "Js", we

You Ain't Right

Frost

Smile Now, Die Later

1995

little hoes
it's like that song it's a thin line
she's starving for attention cause it's been a long time
and when I come home, I smell like a woman

Punk Rock Explained

Screeching Weasel

Four on the Floor

1999

to go when you're stopped by the firechief
Do not pass go do not collect your ten bucks gas money

But pretty soon you're playing almost constantly

makes me wanna shoot to kill

Fuck Life every time I hear your songs
I wanna pluck eyes
Bleeding from my ears and dead inside
Fuck Life it ain’t my

over for a tea at her gaff
In Scotland
Or in Buckingham's back-yard

Now I'm sure 'Van the Man' of whom I'm a fan
Can surely understand
As he said "It is

السلام عليكم
Peace and blessings be upon you all
I go by the name of Ahmad-Adham Morad Abdelmeguid El-Shazly
Im Egyptian and Im Proud
أنا إسمي

Black tie party up in Beverly Hills
I'm rockin' Vans and a sweater cause I'm keeping it real
Actually, I didn't get the memo
These housewives look me

You fronting on my screen like it's real
I’m in my vans too she probably wearing heels
Your history ain't deep enough for me
Sometimes i wonder if you

again

Some are born to chase the rainbows in the sky 
Just to see what's waiting at the end
Never realizing clouds are slowly drifting by 
While

Rosa & Reseda

Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties

Routine Maintenance

2019

We used to smoke on the fire escape now we just smoke in the living room
In the plastic patio chairs that the last tenant left
I came to Reseda for

Song by Van Halen

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I heard the news baby
All about your disease

a script for these black Ray Bans
And my baby bought me a pair of the Old Skool Vans yeah
Life’s too good why would I be sad
I know I could have a life that

route once it goes south
Bye bye
But no ones leaving here alive
So we'll walk it hand and hand until the end, and then we'll take a nose dive

Did van

tee, walk around just to sport it
Yeah I sport it like I play basketball
Rockin Jordan's, but I stay off the wall
Got the Vans, keep em clean that's