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Dad A Horse With No Name

ve been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain In the desert you can't remember your name 'Coz there aint no

American Indians sending smoke signals with hydro Giving villages contact matching blunts with Tonto Spellin S.O.S. with my eyes closed Even battled Henry the Eighth with

a Corvette, I drive a semi-iroc Suzuki I'm the locksmith . . . with the key to fame Never high on myself, always stay the same Play a lot because I'm hot and like a horse

vuitton Buying groceries with coupons, sleeping on a futon No self-esteem to cover her lack of confidence She get on twitter retweetin' all the compliments Pretty face, nice strut with a

a dad thats dead beat Beat him like a dead horse nasty as red meat Doom memorize rhymes and still forgot Call it how he see it and kill a shot, like willard

a quarterback I was raised one deep by mom dukes and no dad And now I grab a #2 pencil and a pad Or Erasermate if I make mistakes I erase And me a Diamond

the vapors And I'm not a pup, for what? A Muppet caper And all the ghetto groupies get free with the quickness And Show concentrate and only thinks about business I hate a

country side The southbound freight was running late desperate to make up time When a giant of a man with a sack in his hand leaped off like a mountain

shootin basketball goals Now his goals just aren't the same But when you've got to get high, just to survive scoring's still the name of the game From a pepsi and a