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Crushed

Buckcherry

Buckcherry

1999

embarking on plans for destruction
Hell I'm not entertained by the simple life
And my mama's disgusted
It's the show

And the love on the faces

Every night I see the dolla signs over my head (Dollaz, Yeah, Yeah)
I count up
I count up
Hunnids in the millions

Straight up out the west, this 9

6 'N the Mornin'

Ice-T

Street Soldiers [Priority]

1992

at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just

that's not my home
(I, I)
Don't wanna listen to the fables told by ghosts
(I, I)
Know that there's nothing good down this hopeless road
(I, I)
Don't wanna

4 AM

Travis Scott

4 AM

2017

broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for

means well
Your face lit up
My mind made up
Until we found
Our way back home
Feel it in my
Bones and your touch
The night is over
That's enough
The rain

Set Free

Under my skin, under my skin, 
Under my skin, that’s where you begin

Under my skin, under my skin, 
Under my skin, that’s where you begin

some more
This ain't that type of party
And girl you off a molly
You're acting kind of different
You mine as well stop the wishing
You can't be my baby

it by myself)

Rather get it by myself than depend on someone else
I ain't asking for your help 
Lonely nights ask me how it felt
Hopped in the water

This that Melo Bryant
Huh, huh, Carmelo Bryant
Uh, my bad, Barmelo Bryant, mmm, duh
Huh, huh, this that Bobe Anthony, uh
Uh, this that Kobe Anthony,

Live from the Era

Statik Selektah

Extended Play

2013

girl you stuntin'
She fresh to death cause we showing up
On my dick cause we blowing up
They notice us, same hoes that showing up
Get my ?jack and?

of holding you all night
And holding you seems right
Perhaps that's my reality
Met you by surprise
I didn't realize
That my love would change forever
Tell me

a trip
Your side and my side
Our kind your kind
When you meet me, think I'm shy
But I ride in the night, whoa

Eastside evil, let 'em know I got

Night I Stole Old Sammy Morgan's Gin

Hank Snow

The Yodelling Ranger (1936-1947)

1994

above my head someone jumped right out of bed 
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. 

As I left that cellar believe me, I was liftin'

bel air
I’m will smith in the living room
My life is movie I’m praying that
It ain’t ending soon
Niggas use to hate by saying I
Had the silver spoon
I’m

sing our weeping soul's lament
I find my way by promise
Through darkness to the dawn's descent

From sunlit plains to shadow's night
From Tuesday's

Late night zoning looking so fire
Know that she my bunsen she can light my fire
Having hitting  notes high like mariah
She the only one i dont need

Been through the storm my faith is getting strong
That road to success been feeling too long
I battle the mind it's me and Wu Kong
And only the real ones

got you kind of tongue tied,
So you can’t/won’t reply, just let that moment pass on by,
‘Till next time,
A late night,

You, never done with you,

fried"
Mike and dad playing Battlefield 1942 on the computer every night
Me lyin' in my bedroom, suicidal
Sometimes trying to hide that I was talking

Hold still I got your hands inside my hands still
Description of good feeling overkill
It’s something I can't explain
It’s a different kind of sane

I'll be fine, just me and my sherry
She gon' stick by my side
Down for the ride, no clown but a pie I keep near me
Like two stars, yeah, we lit, yeah, we

pieces of a love that wasn't kind
Strong, and tough
With you by my side, I know I'll never fall
Together we'll rise, above it all
So I'll take a leap

Am I dead or just asleep?
Pray the lord my soul to keep
By his side until we meet
And I wanna go
Outside to see the midnight stars
Then I'll know