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Dirty Heads Any Port In A Storm

a time in the neighborhood There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand He had a dirty ass head

got a chance, yo, I would make it last but I've been Driftin' so long from myself and from the pain Driftin' so long, think I found a better way I found

more time, I sing, everythin' I'm lookin' Everythin' I'm lookin', yes, everythin' I'm lookin' for Well, baby, you got everythin' I need and more I'll never make another lover a

stuck in the middle of a gun fight I'm stuck in the middle of a showdown I'm standing in the dirt And watching tumble weeds pass by I'm stuck in the middle of a

down for the century, the illest penalty Said I know I'm hard to see I kill myself but leave my entity But jump up off a track like a cricket make it Jiminey Original cynical head

shit I ain't taking none Been up two days know I'm on the run I live my life by the setting sun Got one more smoke and a broken lung Just got a deal

both you and I A heart with a different name Ashamed that you felt the same Deal with the pain and still remain Or hope for a change She's like a welcome

too low And now I?m waiting for the undertow So I stand tall, it gets a little better I see the wall that we can break down together Stand strong, it gets a

of a sunset, been holding the mic for many years and still don't have any guns yet, anyone havin' fun yet, my heart beats like a drum set, take a look