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Men Of Standard Everybody

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Good evening Welcome to channel 187 Murder 1 News Tonight we focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California Where five black men were found dead

, looking for mine Runnin', runnin' Lookin' for that love I once knew Runnin', I'm runnin' Trying to find my way back to you If dead men tell no tales

't need you, and I don't want you, World that left me blind. Beneath the sands of the mighty Sahara lies, Buried treasure sunken deep, in darkened tombs where dead men

or few, In reality, all I need to change this shit is you. Came to past in the days of glorifying everything wrong, That the standard for girls became

Silky symmetrical, round juicy sexual Too acceptable, smellin like watermelons Tellin all my friends about her every limb Theres no comparison Her hair in the wind got men

or few, In reality, all I need to change this shit is you. Came to past in the days of glorifying everything wrong, That the standard for girls became

king Who took on the Standard Oil men And whipped their ass Just like he promised he'd do? Ain't no Standard Oil men gonna run this state Gonna be run

Verse 2] Yeah, I see bluecollars sweating, their families stressing I see, whitecollars on anti-depressants I see, unemployed looking anxiously reckless Everybody's tryna manage gravities pressures Has the standard