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Bad Company Call On Me

this Somebody wake me and serve up some good white lies I had a bad dream in which the phone would ring And drown out everything, it kept me on my feet

me at the Waffle House. Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone. Meet me at the one off 28. My guns in the closet. Under my bad company

la la lie Well, the rich man, the poor man, they all got to die Well, I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial I was laughing when they took me

Some people call me the space cowboy Some people call me the gangster of love, yeah Some people walking round calling me Maurice Cause I speak of the

the magic That could turn an icy heart of stone to flesh... FLESH!" (The Sorcerer speaks...) "Call upon life and death and magic: Call upon all the powers in me

Fire in which you burn") Company Flow... J-Treds J-J-J-Juggaknots Company Flow... J-Treds J-J-J-Juggaknots Company Flow... Co-Co-Company Flow J-J-J-J-

, strictly Never again I let a record label trap me Try to clap me, with paperwork that leaves me empty Gas me to diss me, I swear to God you'd have to

I get it all together They don't deserve me at times of bad weather 'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls And there's another way besides basketball Let me go, let me

la la la la la la lie Rich man, poor man, all got to die Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on Trial I was laughing when they took me