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teaching murder not understanding now We're setting the fires to light the way. We're burning it all to begin again. With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands. We sing for change The lives our
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is half-assed like one booty cheek. I'm Incomprehensible, y'all is Swiss Miss. My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc It be the Bricks again with me with them steel rods. It ain't
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home is more than bricks and mortar. Pour salt water on the wound When the boys told you. You'll have the arms of a soldier. Those arms will never hold her again It's just like I told you. When the
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, here's the deal. I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh). Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh). Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?. Everybody gettin
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Ha, welcome 2 da Bricks. The city where tha rats'll whoop your mutherfucking ass, nigga. Yo, during tha day mutherfuckers work out here. Just like anybody else, to make ends meet, ya know? Whether
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Little Jon is on the streets, late night on the ave. Lookin' at the pretty girls and the things he'd love to have. Street life heroes don't mean zero but that's not what he sees. Sidewalk stars
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(Jon Randall). . Where did all my friends go. What happened to my scene. Feels like the Memphis Mafia. Up and left the king. . And I've been swimming for redemption. But I'm drowning in
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Jon Randall - Lonely for Awhile Lyrics. Artist Jon Randall. Album Miscellaneous. Genre Country. Songwriters Gary Nicholson, Jon Randal. They say the only cure for losing a woman. Is another woman
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Song Pretty Girl - Jon B. Your lips, your smile, your tenderness, ooh baby. The way you walk, I can't resist your style. When I sleep at night, I dream of you, ooh baby. I wake up wet, thinking of
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(Jon Randall, Bill Anderson). . She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette. She broke his heart. He spent his whole life trying to forget. We watched him drink his pain away a
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Como? Yeah, yeah. Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz. That little Cuban from Miami, Pitbull. I appreciate y'all giving me the oppurtunity to spit on this *. Go head When it comes to these hoes. Y'all
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(Jon Randall). . Used to think in circles get all tangled up inside. One day I finally came unwound. I jumped off the deep end to get a bird's eye point of view. And it's a long way down
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(Jon Randall). . I shouldn't do this was the last thing I heard me say. When I bought her champagne and hid my wedding ring. One drink led to another and another to a kiss. And I told myself I
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(Jon Randall, Gary Scruggs). . There's a little place I have found. Just a few miles outside of this town. Blacktop two-lane to red dirt road. We can lay back lighten out load. In the country
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