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sometimes that we don't get along
I know that you been sayin' that I'm wrong
I keep on hearing all the same songs
I don't know what these people really

guess" she said with a smile, you know you dress like you listen to whatever's on the radio."
Turns out she won the lottery back home, show's me pictures

I guess that I'm too late
I stopped to sing a song
Don't worry bout me I'll be alright
Hard to exist pressed in wax
Hard to exist behind glass
Hard

been on the road for awhile now
I kinda fell behind
There's a man walkin' by with a storm in his eye
And he knows that I don't fit in
Well it won't be

Don't tell me you're sorry now, 
You know I've heard this all before.
But darlin' if it puts you at ease,
Wouldn't want you to wander
About another

the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
You come on our song and you try to slag our mothers
Don't fuck with the Prophets or you'll end up like the others (Six

people have to struggle to make a livin
Surviving day by day with many unemployed and you still won't release the children
Tell me what you know about it

the shit I think
Whether I rap or sang
Dont say your name, aint on no games
Yea this for you and me
Truthfully, who'd a think
That lil spark turned

a catastrophe
This is not how it's supposed to be
Close your eyes
Your heart will see
I'm sounding the alarm
You're running to enemies arm
I know the road ain't

And if you go, I'ma rap about it on the microphone
You don't like shit but you gone sing this song
And if you go, I'ma be here all by my lone
Know

me

Same old morning story, sometimes in the evening,
When I'm walking on by
The busy street around us it doesn't know the feeling
Oh how I try

Ask if

Real nigga shit
Im the realest so admit
I don’t have to brag
Just thankful that Heaven sent this
J peezy
They didn’t believe me
Been eating wheaties

raised by
Started peepin' you preachin' but don't practice
Ay I
Do my thing
Came back around like boomerang
But deep down under Aussie (I see) have changed

Welcome to Tally Hall

Tally Hall

Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum

distraction
A mechanic attraction
Got a penny in your pocket for the slot
Rock

Hey ho, don't you know
It's a good old-fashioned puppet show
That's right

Chorus – I sound like a ten year old or so I've been told,
But you don't need a voice
That's low to make the microphone gold.
Other's claim that they be

Big White Redneck

Colt Ford

Country Is as Country Does

2009

big white redneck's got the blues
Lord o' mercy this pain really hurts me y'all
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
I don't know what to do

more of this
Something's got to give or I'm gonna look to the abyss
One single song will make me start to reminisce
These are memories I don't wanna

the song 
Everything you assumed to be right is wrong

Rothko Rothko Rothko Rothko 

And the walls of the gallery sing 
What have you done to me? 
What is

When I go back finally
To the fine place I belong
I'll still believe you were my best friend

My mom says you're arrogant
But we all know the song

pack
Snack pack
Snack pack

Welcome to our snack pack
call me papa Pringle 
When you blasting our songs
The party intermingles 
When I see your girl
She

Confidence in one's self is all self-delusion
Unless you make good on your bets
So wrap up the meeting and tell me your plans
I know your hands have made

Write a poem, beat it up
It’s a song
I do right
I do wrong
And sometimes I don't even know what's going on
Cos three years in, after all that we been

wait in line for Adidas
I spent a check on some Nikes
Your bitch keep tryna pipe me
But that shit don’t excite me
I done told you I’m a genius
Hard

and see your face
You by my side life never seem so great
I pick u up u pick me up till we never have to get back up
Staying strong together true love will