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Aceyalone

it? Space cowboy.. [The Soul of John Black-Singing] Com-in home [Aceyalone] Space cowboy, come on back [The Soul of John Black-Singing] {Aceyalone

Yo, I met this queen Yo, I met this queen named Annalillia Annalillia, oh Annalillia Annalillia, oh Annalillia Annalillia, oh Annalillia I bet you think

I'm sharp as a dart And it took me a long while to master the art {*scratched: "This one, for you and you and you"*} You know why? [Chorus] [Aceyalone] I'm Aceyalone

[Chorus: Aceyalone] Some birds don't deserve to be caged They gotta fly away and search for the waves Bein locked up is worse than the grave I live by

(chorus) She's a dirty birdie, she's so flirty Coming out the house looking all nice and purty She's a whirly girly, she don't get up early She like

Breath out, breath in, breath out There?s a MC flowin? deep and wide, deep and wide Rhymes I got plenty, keep ?em right by my side Come and get a flow

best men in the mix You don't know now but you gon' find out! i don't think that im'a sleep tonight my name is Aceyalone keep it tight them other fools

Greetings Okay, I'll make this short We in the house We got Micah 9 abstract rude peace Vic hop fat Jack and myself Aceyalone We come for the glory of

Oh man, I got a splittin' headache And my heart is broken up into A thousand tiny little microscopic pieces I got a head full of headaches, a heart that