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What's your point
All I hear is noise
Need a coin
Charge you by the point
Had a heart, it was cold like Illinois
And I'd probably spend a band with

blueberry bands, I'll change shit up
Can't console shit when the game went up

Boy i really hate saks 5th, I'm a star and in the making you a asterisk

I'm

back again to the bottom of the well, but now he was so light he could escape by fluctuating. Then, right on the first try with a single jump, he fled

the talking, approach me with caution, I don’t ever say that often
Father stretch my hands for a couple bands
Promise On my life I won’t ask again
Shit, Then I

Old friends turned to fake
Fuck I’m way too baked
Tokyo is in it
Tokyo the name
Chokin' by the chain
And never speak again
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo

Willy
She take my cash and make it back like a milli'
A million times
Got 4,5,6, j's rolled to the nine's
And I cruise by my signs
Never pay them

Ballad of the Alamo [From the Batjac Production The Alamo]

Marty Robbins

Songs of the West

1993

crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by

Ballad of the Alamo [From the Alamo]

Marty Robbins

John Wayne's West: In Music and Poster Art

2009

crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by

Chestnut Street Revisited

John Cougar

The Collection

1979

on the corner 'til dawn
But my hands have been tied
To a life I've been denied
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And workin' a nine to five

on the corner 'til dawn
But my hands they have been tied
To a life I've been denied
I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And workin' a nine to five

gang shit, AP on my main bitch
She know I'm chasin' the set
I don't ever have that strange shit
I'm back in my bag bag, Louis V stance
You never see no

Yea
Yea
MurkdaMenaxe
Yeah
MurkdaMenaxe
Yeahh
Mmm
I keep a drum with a band on me ain't talkin no music
And I know sum niggas come straight out da

afraid of reality
On the run they can't have it easy
Seen 30 cops at my mama house
Another 5 to my lawyer
I'll be 30 up by the summer though
It's

can't have it easy Seen 30 cops at my momma house

Another five to my lawyer I'll be 30 up by the summer though
It's a juggerthon All money in on this

six wet up the block, I ain't even need a beverage
Five five six got four point oh, if i was you i wouldn't test it
We gone spin the block again until

beer and cigarettes again.

Malnourished and hungover,
five coffees on a stranger's floor.
Load the van, barely sober,
thanks and hugs - we're out

him die in his bed
Lay fuckin' with hoes, leave his bitch on read
Band on his head, head, hunnids get it back

Lil' bro gone, he ain't comin' back
Jay

Yeah, we didn't work out
And that's alright by me
But why are you at my house
I finally thought that I was free
Yeah, over and over and over again

that, over and again if you’d stay. 

So you pay a strange man to understand 
your patterns and how to fix them when it ends.
Like wet wood, exhausted by

With the big band swaying and the great Kite saying, that it's time to let it be 

Two by twos and (uh) school shoes 
And (uh) she falls again, to ego

for 5 jacks i need all them phones
And she gone throw the pussy back cause the dog den sold

Everything i ever did i did it by myself
266 ent bitch i

on these sands uh

Kia mate toa
That's some real talk man
I'm not impressed
By your plans or bands
So stay a fan
I'm advancing with my clan 
Expand and than

Still Bankhead, shawty, yeah
You know what it is
Pockets full of numbers, rubber bands
And bills
Came up from 'round, that's a Dandiville
They finna do

my darling
Withering dying in my arms as the dead became once again the living
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve
How