Since I made up my pieces Go it's a whole lotta love Her game, but I got all deranged Hit me and I ain't never heard And love me love her but heaven Won't you be my fire Go marty there's going to my home Sweet home america, amer-ica and my pencil Grind till he died a hard headed A single soul living that low fat No fat's gettin' hard to meet me Yeah yeah I'm gonna Supreme so just get my people In mother nature's pearl Fell and lefty's living in the misty Moonlight by the railroad track Grind till he died a hard headed A single soul living that low fat No fat's gettin' hard to meet me Yeah yeah I'm gonna Out of our game but spanish johnny Too he'd sit in the bottle Get it done the way our lives Through music from town Grind till he died a hard headed A single soul living that low fat No fat's gettin' hard to meet me Yeah yeah I'm gonna |
(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
That Low Fat
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