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Ayo
Feel this shit right here
All my block niggas , gimme a second dogs I got us I swear to God
Feel this shit right here
[Beanie Mac]
Ayo , from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road
Yo we boys to the end never been in the cold
You got me , I got you till our souls grow old
He shot you , he shot me , how we supposed to roll
I take a shot for my nigga gimme two to the ribs
Run a spot for my nigga , while you doin your bid
Fuck a step pop these c's gonna know who you is
I get it through to your wiz that it's due to the kids
For my dog , I swear to God I'l
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Late In The Evening
Words & music by Paul Simon
The first thing I remember
I was lying in my bed
I couldn't of been no more
Than one or two
I remember there's a radio
Comin' from the room next door
And my mother laughed
The way some ladies do
When it's late in the evening
And the music's seeping through
The next thing I remember
I am walking down the street
I'm feeling all right
I'm with my boys, I'm with my troops, yeah
And down along the avenue
Some guys were shooting pool
And I heard the sound
Of a cappella groups, yeah
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I can see the pain in your eyes
it's hard to comprehend your way of life
don't think I'm a failure at something
I haven't done yet
I'd be like you if I needed to
I know that you want me to be happy
as long as that happiness coincides
with your stylised distortions of my values
and a work ethic that no longer applies
disappointment
can't you understand this is our time
it's not a phase we're getting on just fine
it's easier to talk about redemption
than questionable backwards moral lines
it might just be academic pretensions
or justifying when to fan
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The beachcomber works by the ocean all day
He gets what the tourists and the sea throw away
He's hot and he's thristy and the words hurt his ears
When they tell him he stopped in a bar with no beer
It's lonesome away from your kinfolks at home
By the campfires at night where the buffalo roam
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so morbid or drear
Then to sit on a stool in a bar with no beer
There's a dog on the sidewalk for his master he waits
But his boss is inside drinkin' wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and cringes in fear
Ain't no place for a d
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