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Grateful Dead You Never Can Tell

C'est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well. You could see that Pierre

I don't wanna have you freaked out over this real shit Hey little mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi, you know me Have you flying in the air like you

of inspiration (Love him now, he lives no longer) But you never tell the tales of the times you turned your back On this friend who never found his grateful

bitch, Get out my way Stay the fuck out my face or you might get blazed You ask any motherfucker whos got the chronic And there gonna tell you Johnny

Willie Conklin! He even misspelled my name. Wouldn't you know it! With a "K"! He can't take a joke, now can he Sensitive, ain't he? Does he think only

you at Audrey's house Well, hah, you know I didn't think much about it But then I realized you were lookin' at me and I was lookin' at you And you were

can of RAID And your all little bugs And don't tell me to not get high Cause I'm as low as I can get without kissin your ass And blowin you at the same

it Or else you get beat down, an' stripped butt-naked I just kick the lyric, straight from the spirit You can tell I got soul first time as you hear it

Dre I saved hip hop Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin',