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Okjo (Feat. Mo Clérmon)
04:19
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The Man, He Takes My Dollar
And My Cents
The Man He Makes Me Holler
In A sense
No Boy, Your Name Don't Ring a Bell
No Boy, You Ain't Got a Chance In Hell
The Man He Hurts My Brothers
And My Friends
The Man Don't Try To Bother
With His Tends
Take Me Back To The Time When I was Younger
Me and My Brother, Oh I Love Him So
And My Momma Said "Mo, You Have Lost It, Don't Go Down That Road"
(Famous Tribal Mo "woo")
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Can You Tell?
03:28
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Well I Did a Little Growin'
And I Felt a Little Broken
On The Way
And My Soul
Took Me To The Top of a Mountain
And I Watched The Day Fade
Can You Tell Everything I'm Going Through?
Can You Tell Me Which Direction Not To Go?
Can You Tell Me All The Answers, Maybe Make It Easier On Me
Well I Guess
I'm Slowin' It Down, Feelin' Easy
Thats What They Say
Well I Went
Out of My Way Just To See Her
And She Asked Me to Stay
Can You Tell Everything I'm Going Through?
Can You Tell Me Which Direction Not To Go?
Can You Tell Me All The Answers, Maybe Make It Easier On Me
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Am I Real?
03:23
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You're Always Coming Around Honey
Always Bringing Me Down Honey
Guess I'm a Dreamer Again (x2)
Your Bad Insight
Caught Her Eye Tonight
You Ain't Gotta Lie
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A Trial, Bare Right Off of Highland Road
We Go To Cloud Our Heads
She's There Sitting Right Beside Me Now
I Think I'm Unaware
She's Tuggin' At My Heartstrings
She's Playing The Game
She Knows My Name
but knows yours, too
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We Take The Bare & Open Road
Not Knowing Where It Goes
We Blame It All On Pop-TV,
'Cause Can't Ya See We're Broke?
I Need Your Dollars
I Need Your Check
I Need Your Papers
I Need Your Rent
I Forgot, She Really Likes You
She Invites You Into Her Home
Too Late To Try & Fight You
Just Try & Write You & Leave it Alone
I Need Your Patience
I Need Your Best
I Need Your Loving
Like All The Rest
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Head Felt
03:02
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Wonder How She's Feelin' When She's Thinking of You
Wonder What She's Thinking When She Knows Shes On Your Mind
My Baby's Loving Got me Higher Than My Head Felt
& I Keep On
Hangin' On & On & On & On & On Again
My Baby's Lovin' Got Me Laying Somewhere In My Head Felt
(00000)
She Said She'd Love Me On A Monday or A Tuesday
& She Was Right
She Even Called Me Up Just To Hear My Voice Say
"I Ain't Got The Time"
My Baby's Loving Got Me Burn Out Like My Head Felt
It Should Be A Crime
She's Still Sittin' On The Feeling Of My Headboard
Another Don't Feel Right
I Even Caught Her Sippin' Roll'Rock On A 10/4
Got It Down Tight
I Think She's Really Trying To Get To Know Me
At Least She Tried
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