fuck the blues
stepped on the toes that let me down
to the edge where the shadows meet
yall come from miles around
secret recipes to your bare necessities
a medley, but deadly
wave burst
the lemon tree - it laughs at me
a past sinner, the last winner
spliff made him swore he saw heaven -- he was seven
fuck the smooth shit i get down with the boom bip
work around dirt, eyes focused on turf
pale blinds drawn all day
fuck whacha heard recognize what you be seein
head banga boogie
i'm humbled in your pretty lens
vacuum tube compressions
all the clouds have silver linings
tromaaaaaa
when I breeze give me room please
seven thirty
five minutes
you take your pride, my lioness
stoop to my level
i know i know, i should lay low
don't hafta blow twenty thou to get to know honey's style
i'd really rather not dwell on when yours will be gone
slow slow slow down down down
ain't no blood in my body
somethin sheis'
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