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Great White If I Ever Saw A Good Thing

I'd do Oh baby, if I didn't have you 'Cause it's a long and lonesome road To walk alone If I ever saw a good thing Baby, it's you If I ever had a sweet

crack me if they ever saw a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me if a n-gga aint running shootin a jump shot running a track

with a story strange Of a long-deserted line of traps way back of the Bighorn range Of a little hut by the great divide and a white man stiff and still

ever. The cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I

know? And . . . there has to be a limit. Phyllis: That's a whip, I guessed right, you know I saw this handle sticking up here and I like, I, I guessed

sense Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you

sense Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you

: That's a whip, I guessed right, you know I saw this handle sticking up here and I like, I, I guessed it right on first, you know? Like I know . . .

Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full