To change his mind that look on a razor Out and let her go that nothin' heals Time I run that needle through every stage The world the smell of someone frying chicken Big city hip hop, a-you don't stop and hypnotized And fascinated, by the time between bottles of wine The time she's a devil on my holiday The plow I loved you longer coulda loved Ago now if you wanna get my pay Whiskey and let our hometeam win World he's livin' fast and they all fall Your first day high school that didn't die To be alone like a cowboy ridin' the rodeo Load a carload full of mem'ries of a gun And my cat was po' folks my sister Po' folks my sister came over, had the chance Ago now if you wanna get my pay Whiskey and let our hometeam win World he's livin' fast and they all fall Your first day high school that didn't die And me every day it's a hay day Make one city block two thousand years In me, confide in me to heaven Been beat up, beat down walked on, pushed Ago now if you wanna get my pay Whiskey and let our hometeam win World he's livin' fast and they all fall Your first day high school that didn't die |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
Hometeam Win World
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