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shakes his head
Everyone laughs)
By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is
We’d just look at each other
the way
And he got hit by an emotional ricochet
It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly
Playing house seems so melancholy
Shot with his own gun
his life.
He's seen the world and all its sights
And experienced both the joys and the frights.
His destiny shaped like a puzzle
Each piece a challenge
hi mina
Hi mina, hi mina, I am Africa hi mina
In the future man I'm still gonna be a King
Four Queens by my side no pimp thing
This the real life,
fake, niggas get the
Fuckin wit' the,
Don't be the next one to get done and find
You can't fade a pimp in his own fuckin rhyme
Pimp, in my own
got fed up
'Cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him
And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him
The Chinese man got
waiting for you"
And there they were standing side by side smiling at me
Tex Ritter Johnny Horton George Morgan
Dottie West and Keith Whitley
And then he
for a set
He would tootle with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock
pride leave them alone
To postulate their own framework
Freak out on the side of real man
Johnny had a bad hair color day
So he saw his artist
into the air, his shoes flew off.
When you get hit by a car, sometimes your shoes will fly off.
Sometimes your pants will come off.
But I was not
to break his doubts
Down like his cases count
Obsessive compulsive counting dough
Making sure all the numbers on the inside
And the faces out
Lawyers
and drive to nowhere on her own
The pain's concealed inside
The open wound she hides away
In hopes she'll drown into the day
Oh
He writes a single song each
words I can say,
Me I telephone, to each his own To each his own,
I'm not a prude by any means,
But nudity upon the screens has reached a point
Where
Johnny wrote then a letter to his own lovely Nancy
If you will prove constant, then I will prove true
But Nancy lay on death bed and could not recover
like a round of golf, bitch I'm sounding off
Like the speakers blown, to each his own, I've reached a zone
That Jordan was is in, in the 98 Finals when
body receives
But rather by the internal validation that comes from knowing one's own self-worth
One's power
One's capabilities
And one's values
We are
down walls by His grace
If we all forgive each other
Jesus said
"Love, love one another
As I've loved you"
We are one in the spirit
We are one in
wall
He silently listened, tucked snug in his bed
To each bitter word they said
Now he and mom each have a room of their own
He sees dad
home
Now I got to get some of my chrome on my own
Now it's really on
'Cause I'm a dome this nigga and get him for his shit
Put that switches on his
your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by
wear no regular clothes
But we tote that iron 'bout each other
I'm frontline by my brothers (yeah), I'm frontline by my brothers
Even with a whole
the platitudes you need
Planted by the demon seed
Hurting only me not you
To those around, it isn't true
The life you wreck is not your own
He grieves upon His
the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
I know it's hard but we need each other
Know
Rory and the Hurricanes
Before he became the keeper of the plane
And by the name of Johnny Guitar
Electricity coming through his fingers
Every time
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