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Sitting in the sun like an old tom cat  That donÆt know just where heÆs at  And I must admit to you  Right now I feel that way to     (AinÆt got
what's your name?
Looking for the sun that Neil Young hung
After the gold rush of 1971

I just found out her ghost left town
The Queen of California is
wonder, what's your name?
Looking for the sun that Neil Young hung
After the gold rush of 1971

I just found out her ghost left town
The Queen
eyes

Look into the sun as the new days rise
There’s a rhythm in rush these days
Where the lights don’t move and the colors don’t fade
Leaves you empty
The Honeybugs dug and licked the honey dew
The sun, the kiss, the funk for a bliss
The lips with the soul and some jazz for ya hips
The puff, the buzz,
screams muted by the pounding rush 
The high shrinking sun will be eclipsed 
By heaving rainbows of flesh 
A chrysalis of tissues from thinning air 
So
on an all-nighter 

Never seen you look so you 
The world really looks from the donut store 
Such a funny color in the sun 
And in his style he's number one
side by side, feels like you're alone 
These eyes, wide awake â??til dawn 
Watch an endless night 
After the love has gone 

Are we just faces from
niggas in colors we didn’t like then started interrogating
I never was a gangbanger, I mean I was never stranger to the funk neither
I really doubt it
Rush
want to see is sandals and swim suits 
And get the lotion out cause the sun out 
Cause now ya at the party where the grub don't run out 
No fights
flies and seasons vanish
Hold the self belief to manage grip and seize my canvas
Paint the color that connects with me and speaks my language
Try
the sun up, be ready to flee 

Yo Lord, tell em where you be 



Lord Tariq: 

Catch me in the Bronx on cosy, surrounded by thug niggas 

No love
the night 
And I ain't even tryin to let a nigga slide 
I've been dyin to get a gat 
I dared to try now prepare to die 
I rush your crib like Jehovah's
tryin' to let a nigga slide
I've been dyin' to get a gat
I dared to try now prepare to die
I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any

Soldiers,
slaughter trash
Monster Mash, half ass on the war path
Suffer land, give a fuck grand, crashin the Pan Am
My squad Van Dammed, this shit was sun tanned, VA