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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

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 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 wasn't until

you rockers When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind my blockers I move swift, I needs no lift I don't have to riff because I shift the gift and now my name

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