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a waterfall
Well don't you know that something's
Is bound to kill us all
What'll I do if with my last day on earth

Think I'll sing a song of love
My last day

to the crib but I ain't taking off the apron
Pick a track, cook it up, run it back: Saquon
Bars clean
Pay come through, do I save some? Hardly
Imma die lit like

Guthrie was consumed by fire
His momma took ill and fanned the flames
A man set out to do his own thing
The ornery profane poet straight-talker
Woody

Writing up a song in the late night rain
Lighting up before it became my thing
Rolling to the club, it just ain't my scene, I told you (I told you)

dress in
Is the flyest, it’s so sexy
Got me beso when I get
Whatchu sip on? What’ll it be?
So I, so I got a lot to do
And I got a lot to prove
So what

Away with the music of Broadway
Be off with your Irving Berlin
No, I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter
And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin
How

narcissist even my pouts are dope
Heart palpitations how do I cope, wrecked from stress
I possess a finesse that'll be unleashed, unless
Im defeated by

the streets for food real anxiously
Shit might be the end, what'll be the last thing I see
Bitch, this my thesis
A never-ending search for all missing pieces

yang
Ding a ling my ling long, sing sing my sing song, from the floor

And I will fly up to Sukhumvit
And I will do all that stupid shit
I could be rich

the day I hit that cold hard floor
Will they be singing my songs?
I guess there's no way to know

There's no way to know what'll happen
We all kinda wander

by around nine o'clock
We could have a late meal and go for a walk
I've got nothing but stupid questions for you now

what'll we do if the tanks won't

entertaining, they know they'll by dying soon
The police driving down I-95 in five, murder in the eyes, so
Can't we talk
I learned how to play your favorite song

When I Die

Fat Joe

Thug Mentality 1999

1999

Man, what the fuck is we gone do, man?
Shit, man, I can't believe this shit, man
Them motherfuckers done killed him
We got to ride for this nigga

sometimes the only way out is real narrow, 
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs, 
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah

and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was

Apparently somebody cancelled a booking

The songs aren't finished

And what about costumes?

And how do I learn all these numbers?

I'll bring you

box in the junkyard
c book full of songs
That no one will sing
Notes that no one will quote
Eew, and soiled by a rat
c ridiculous hat
That someone used

and hoes I'm in
You do what I do like I told Simon, but more importantly
I'd like 'em to know I just don't write a song that I don't like
Just to get woahs

her in her thong, fuck her to my song
Big racks on me, I got what you want
I be trappin' like I'm Tony, dressed in Saint Laurent
Diamonds dancin' on my

Yo
This song is

Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower
Cause we approachin' the final hour
You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers

the anger go
I could calm the violence
But if I let the anger go
What'll fill the silence?
Ignore it, can't afford to spiral toward it
Stay sane

Do you want

Irving Berlin
It sounds great in the song, but he got it wrong
Oh, my patience is growing real thin
For we slip and we slide, tumble and glide, skidding

I think it's time to leave Berlin
Every atom in me screams the same thing
I burnt the candles at both ends and then
Ate the leftovers with beer

cry
I’m sickened by the front and when they put up that disguise
I see the way they treat you and I wanna say something
But the second that I do, it