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heads
Trust me now
And when I leave for town, my darling, don't be sad
Or ask me how
But tomorrow, we're have all the things we never had
But if I'm not
candles, white rugs 
Since we talkin' white jus' know I had a white plug 
White doors, white walls even got sum white halls 
Bathroom coat white floors in
bodies
Their faces had been horribly disfigured by some sharp object
Saw it on the news on the TV news in a black and white video
You know what blood
bodies
Their faces had been horribly disfigured by some sharp object
Saw it on the news On the TV news in a black and white video
You know what blood
a long time
It's gonna take it but we'll make it one day

Oh, Barry had a record store
Started up a studio
Oh, West Grand Boulevard
Turned it into
whiter den da white house
White couch, white pillows, white candles, white rugs
Since we talkin white jus know I had a white plug
White doors, white
cold as New York
But life is a bitch out here, word to Too Short
Whack was a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was
of the Southland

And the day Duane Allman died
With Barry Oakley by his side
They took one last midnight ride

We are brothers of the Southland
Singers in
tell you more than I
Told you already
And here we are wavin' Brenda
And Eddie goodbye

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood you're in
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I,face
heard us speak but all the words were dead
We talked all night and left it all unsaid
So we agree to disagree
At least we got our memory.

Whatever's
shook hands
That last and final show

All those years we never had
A contract or a clash
Whatever we may be today
We owe it all to Cash

We were
white and motherfucking blue
Got red bitches, white bitches
What about you?
And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to
And my traphouse do whatever I
shook hands
That last and final show

All those years we never had
A contract or a clash
Whatever we may be today
We owe it all to Cash

We were
Lies asleep on the corner of the street
Whatever we had
Lies in a heap at your feet
Goodnight
I guess it's goodnight
A crowd of people, aw shit
We were somethin', you and me
Yeah, we had ?em rollin in the aisles
We got it right once, didn't we
We had our shot and missed it by a mile
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I,face
it was porn

I'm Barry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Raw blood, hundred
We were born and raised in black and white
One learned to pray, one learned to fight
We were born and raised in black and white

My brother took
When I took my boat out to the White Sea
I had no care in the world
Not a cloud disturbed the sky
I was dreaming only of how it might be
Then
born and raised in black and white
One learned to pray, one loved to fight
We were born and raised in black and white
We were born and raised in black
so much younger then
I had you and my poetry to protect me
We were so much cooler then
I need rain

I'm white hot
I can't take it anymore
I'm white hot
so much younger then
I had you and my poetry to protect me
We were so much cooler then
I need rain

I'm white hot
I can't take it anymore
I'm white hot
taken the cure and had just gotten through
Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel
Writin' sad-eyed lady of the lowlands for you

Sara, Sara
Wherever we