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Roots The I Can T Write Left Handed

I ain't gonna live, I don't believe I'm going to live to get much older Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seen Bless his

I ain't gonna live, I don't believe I'm going to live to get much older Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seen Bless his

Lord I ain't gonna live, I don't believe I'm going to live to get much older Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seen Bless

I'm taking my respect back Oh, Moneymaker, Break down. Triple digit ring, gold Watch what plagues your filthy hands And I've been thinking twice about the things I say The choices I

childish without the joy I know that I said I would change I know that I haven't changed A shoulder to lean on and then break/embrace I'm barely breathing

's how it goes Now I can't go no place without somebody pointin' a finger ah, but I can't blame em my rides got sweet interior i think I'll call my broker

At night I can't sleep my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I construct on bricks Some thoughts it

closer I am The closer I feel, the further you get My hands hold on tight to your every word I won't let go, but I feel my eyes advert from who I used

everywhere So fly I cant stay parked on the carier Your infirior I think you got your lines crossed I only pay bitches when I need more write offs Im