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Post by Reba on Aug 22, 2018 14:07:07 GMT -5
"cops never told me freeze cuz this is cold as it gets" - ka.... gad damn.....
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Post by Reba on Oct 13, 2018 3:04:43 GMT -5
this khujo verse is amazing but also, you can't beat a cazh transcription on genius.com 😂
Multiple stab wounds sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread The voices on the radio got me seamed Can't put a smile on my face cuz my pockets ain't straight At least not the way I want 'em to be Early as phuckk, eight fifty-one Last night I barely got some Z's ... sleep...uh I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares It sound like wind blowin' when she weep, speak I can't I'm tired on the way to the slave camp... I utter very little words, I'm thinkin' about a ciggy I snatched From the jaws of death, a sack of crumbled herb ... Rollin' down Main Street East Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd, Southside Eight fify-five, jacket at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I ain't Smilin Outside it's twenty below fool I'm ridin' to the liquor store Closed down,that's alright I go holla at this beeso I know Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory lane Feelin' strange can't Explain, so bare wit me pleae Thru this green light I sees That tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out The ride empty the Glock fo', five, D.E.A.D Woke up handcuffed inside Grady Tagged with an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank) I took two swiggs outts my deuce-deuce, old E Now Stephen K-I-N-G had the story all wrong Blood last five points, I'm gone
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Post by Reba on Dec 30, 2018 10:33:02 GMT -5
When I awoke, the dire wolf Six hundred pounds of sin Was grinning at my window All I said was, "Come on in"
Read more: Grateful Dead - Dire Wolf Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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Post by Reba on Feb 14, 2019 0:19:48 GMT -5
joanna newsom said "I am in love with the hook / upon which everyone hangs"
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Post by Reba on Apr 16, 2019 9:22:45 GMT -5
saw your murder on the news my homie got it tivo'd
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Post by Reba on May 13, 2019 18:49:01 GMT -5
There is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher boy And there is a barber who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy I saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick And I had thought it'd be harder to do but I caught her and skinned her quick, held her there Kicking and mewling upended unspooling unsung and blue Told her wherever you go little runaway bunny I will find you And then she ran As they're liable to do
gonna see joanna newsom in october. gonna weep
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Post by Reba on Jun 21, 2019 2:45:48 GMT -5
my nigga Pots died on the corner behind a funky-ass dice game I saw him once before he died, wish it was twice mane....
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Post by Reba on Oct 13, 2019 13:10:56 GMT -5
Pure alkaline, that fluoride will f*ck you up I seen a spaceship fly out the back of a truck
- ghostface killah
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Post by Optimism is my Phil-osophy on Oct 13, 2019 14:05:33 GMT -5
I WANNA READ YOUR MIND
TO KNOW JUST WHAT I´VE GOT IN
THIS NEW THING I´VE FOUND SO TELL ME WHAT I SEE
WHEN I LOOK IN YOUR EYES
-Brilliant Disguise Bruce Springsteen
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Post by Reba on Oct 13, 2019 14:08:12 GMT -5
There is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher boy And there is a barber who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy I saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick And I had thought it'd be harder to do but I caught her and skinned her quick, held her there Kicking and mewling upended unspooling unsung and blue Told her wherever you go little runaway bunny I will find you And then she ran As they're liable to do gonna see joanna newsom in october. gonna weep 1. i went to the show 2. she played this song 3. i wept
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Post by Reba on Oct 13, 2019 14:16:43 GMT -5
1 will smith song would've been funny enough, posting 20 just makes you obnoxious i tried to think of like small fractions of lyrics but they all lose some of their beauty outside of the context of the song. anyway, i like these, but do check the full songs out if you feel like it! " I have got some business out at the edge of town candy weighing both of my pockets down 'til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them (and knowing how the common-folk condemn what it is I do, to you, to keep you warm being a woman, being a woman)
but always up the mountainside you're clambering groping blindly, hungry for anything: picking through your pocket linings - well, what is this? scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?
I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain little sister, he will be back again I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin' silently from all the blooming cherry trees in tiny nooses, safe from everyone - nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done be a woman, be a woman!" -only skin by joanna newsom this post was the first time i ever heard of joanna newsom, and every time i hear Only Skin this section still jumps out to me because i read it like a poem before hearing it. i thought i could never recreate how incredible it was to hear it sung the first time, but she opened with this song in concert and it was like the first time again and it was one of the best moments of my life!!! thanks fredy <3 <3 <3 <3
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Post by penne on Oct 25, 2019 7:29:32 GMT -5
oh god it must’ve been magical!!! would kill to see her live. i already weep just listening to baby birch, seeing it performed live must be killer. anyways, so happy to have introduced her to you!
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2021 22:05:50 GMT -5
If the tide takes California I'm so glad I got to hold you And if the skies fall, from heaven above I know that I've had the best time falling into love We've been living on a fault line And for a while you were all mine I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever til forever falls apart.
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Post by R. on May 17, 2021 23:07:02 GMT -5
But I’d rather be tested by goddesses resting their heads upon pillows of all they have learned. Test Me, Melanie Martinez
Who's the winner Not the roses, not the buyers, not the sellers, Not the tellers, of the stories, Not the fathers, not their children, Not those walking on a dark night, Through a memory they're forgetting, Who's the winner, who's the winner Maybe winter, maybe winter Somebody steps on a light through a tunnel They're holding a piece of their mind in the rubble Hold on, I won't let go, I want to know But no one lives long enough to see the outcome To know any answers, to know what the point is To know if the winter ever came closer Than on that night when I walked with my father. Sellers Of Flowers, Regina Spektor.
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Post by the panopticountolaf on Jun 13, 2021 13:10:28 GMT -5
"Well I got a man to stick it out And make a home from a rented house Oh-oh-ohh We'll collect the moments one by one I guess that's how the future's done Oh-oh-ohh How many acres and how much light Tucked in the woods and out of sight I'll talk to the neighbors and tip my cap On a little road barely on the map"
-Feist, "Mushaboom"
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