Tattoos in Mayberry

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I'm sick with the music,
slick with the music,
Run a pick with the music.
I'm already dope sick with the music.
 I'm not looking for no all the time thing.
just one hot night between the sheets, you and me.

I'm sick with the music,music.
Hit with a hickory stick with the music.
See my trickle down trick, with the music.
I know I'm dope sick with the music,
are you all the way sick,with the music...
quick like a finger prick with the music.
slick,like this trickle down trick with the music. Cuz,
I'm already sick...

Buddy Bee Anthony Songs...
Written on the bus, and then performed downtown,

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