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who's the King of Charleston? Go right out and ask'em
Anyone will tell you it's the one and only
Little Charlie Marsden, he's the King of Charleston
He

to be full of love, you must first be empty

Whoa, if you really wanna know
Whoa come on, lets go Charlie 

If you wanna drift apart, well we can drift

Charlie Sloth
You know I've got the talent so don't write me off
Said I'm an artist like Van Gogh
Never choke nah not even a single cough
Setting fire

Sound of the Zeekers @#^**?!

Leaders of the New School

A Future Without a Past...

1991

sedated by the maid, meenie mi mo
yo, gotta go, GOTTA GOTTA GO SO!
on and off but the ending yet stick around
'cause the zeeko gots the sound

Chorus 1:

appreciates the thoughts that go into these lines
I’m selfish, I’ll tell you she’s all mine
No Charlie Wilson, My Girl is a Dime
And she’s not worried bout my

still hang around on Friday nights at Wilson's bar?

That 12 hour drive feels like a lifetime spent apart
But I had to let you know you still hold pieces

will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD:  You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs!  Go and boil your
bottoms, sons

Yo yo I told you I was gon take over
For you people looking up to me I Aint never been chose by a big label
I Decided to choose myself when shit Got

and Durk or something
Ciara Wilson Russell Wilson
Paparazzi fucking with us
Spotlight we the it couple ima get the shit lit for you
Star shit
Taking pics

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Oh my god
Here I go again
Feelin jitters from the last time
It came to an end
Is it a fling or a friend
Well shit
It all depends
You just my type

Charlie said he wanted to get married
But we were only ten so we'd have to wait
Said we'd never let our love run dry
like so many do these days

So we treat

yo nasty ass

[charlie wilson - bridge]
redbones, slilettos, dukies
hip-huggers to show off your booty
i'm hangin with the best of them, sleep
if you

the way from the Windy City
He go by the name of Phaze, Streethop Records
And introducing Ms. Monique Wilson yaw'll, give it up for her.

What if I told you

My my, it's perfectly clear
By a wave, I know you're near
Come on, Charlie, let me go to sleep
Come on, Charlie, let me find some peace
Oh no
Why try

I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday

Thousands upon thousands of flying discs descending from the planet Mars
For the closest shave try a Wilson's razor today

Well lets go, lets go

We're

peace
I know my mate Charlie's hidin' his grief
And I send my love out to my mate Eugene
He just lost his big brother, out to his family
You'll see

and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go

Mister Garfield

Johnny Cash

At Folsom Prison/At San Quentin/America

2002

heard that the President was still alive
So I told my brother, I said, "Hey let's get on a train
And go to that Big House up there and see how

’re still a doubter, but we’re just getting started
So let me be the one to tell you this ain’t for the faint hearted
And by the time this song is over I

White Privilege, Pt. 2

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

White Privilege II

2016

The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy with
The culture was never yours to make better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea
Fake and so

Let me tell you about a girl named Charlie
Born in 95 almost died, loved hardly
Mother was high at her birth not partly
No love and no birthday party

Charlie north in this bitch
Lemme here some drums, alright
We at 30 000 feet now
Seat belt sign is off
Ahah
Let’s go
Thirty thousand feet in the air