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Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix

My love
Now you’re lying lonesome
With visions of blue
Vision in you
Again you let your heart go
And when ever you do
It’s

Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group

spent forty years in prison
For forty years, the seasons
Passed by my lonesome cell
I don't mind
I come looking for my calling
As though my past has

Just tryna get by
For the child of mine
Now I park on a double line
Now I got a £100 fine
Still goes to the rich guy
(rich guy)
No one looks out for

check it out)

I heard blue black be the new black
They drive and survive, where they do that?
The target on my back where they shoot at
The muscle

señorita
WhatsApp only I'm overseas
I'm in Beverley Hills I might phone Genita
I came here to change the game
But as time went by the game made me change

the Hoodoos
Hippies burning sage, curanderas doing voodoo
They look at me kind of funny
Ask me "Buddy, what do YOU do?"

I got the Santa Fe Blues, but I don't

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags

typical guy I don't look to the sky when im wishing for shit on a comet
Just being honest
Remember in school we was getting blue bonnets
Now we at home

A hundred years after that…fucked
A hundred years after you get free you still getting fucked out of jobs
And shot at by police you see what I'm saying
Cuz

to control my moves
But I sat back and watched the time go by smooth
Wise guy attitude these are bow tie blues

There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat

I'll Take You Home

The Silvertones

Silver Bullets

1973

dance by (I'll take you home)
And I know you're wondering what you'll do if he doesn't come back to you
But, don't worry, I'll take you home so, little

we all thought she was good
But there's something in the bottle and a dollar store backwood
We found her by the rafters of her old two trailer home

I heard him in a flophouse down on the lonesome avenue I could tell by the way he slapped them strings
He knew a song or two
He’d been down so many

lonesome|And It makes wonder how the old folks are at home||CHORUS|Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines|But the song of the south is

Once again 
My man ain't home
But my guy
Would never do no wrong
He turns the blues
Into a joyful, cheerful, sunny, 
Breezy, upbeat, merry, 
Happy, free

hazy
Heading home, it's getting late 

I don't need nobody else, I do it by myself
I just need God and a little bit of wealth
Maybe it's a sign that I'm

Talk and they chat but they leave when let go
I wake and I grind, couple G's when I get home
Grind from nice early
Big bands by the time I'm touching

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois

that pack and  slap one to his chest

I don't wanna get put in the blue van by the blue man I ain't tryna get locked that's long
Im in the party with

nothing's ever
Felt more like home know I'll be there
You will never be alone baow

Caught a flight with the guys to Dubai
Said bro had a shank in his palm

you cry
Couldn't stand to see you - with another guy
It's the bluest blues - and it cuts me like a knife
It's the bluest blues - since you walked out

So I took out my pen and turned it into a hit

By my lonesome,
Honey, just go home,
You're out right now
Seeking that clout right now
Just bug me for

You took the red line home that day
The sky was grey and you were looking blue
I wrote down some more things to say for the day I finally talk to you