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dragged her from the party by her arm, I must have looked like such a prick!

It was my girlfriends car so she got in the drivers seat and started

demanded.
I dragged her from the party by her arm, I must have looked like such a prick!

Acid at Christmas

It was my girlfriends car so she got in

The wind blows harder on Wellington
Stand close to the edge, breathe the air in
Oh I use to dance so slow 
Until the morning light would show

about this girl from
the U hot mamasita, she used to always say poppy
U blow my back out like a fat tire
Until she caught me cheating and set my car

She Didn't Have Time [Album Version]

Terri Clark

Life Goes On

2005

He said, "Goodbye.", from the edge of the porch
Like she'd been some casual friend
He said, "You're better off without me,
I'm not what you need."

I could name 4,5,6 niggas that keep watching my pockets
(Pocket watchers)
Fuck with me I'll show you my rocket
I'm going so hard I'll never ever stop

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta

Gorbachev, I'm tearing down these walls bitch
Middle finger flipped up in the halls bitch
So much swag I'm hated by the mall kids
Random burst

from the raft
Causing a car crash just to watch it burn
The only good things in my life get burned by me
I'm sorry.
Show me your insides
And I'll show

sneaking out your window
Meet me in my car at 2:05
Windows down, just feeling alive
Everything's alright with you by my side
With you by my side
With you by

or something, "hey, I have to show you"
Every time I hear a note, it could throw me off the edge
It reminds me of the plans and secrets, the promises that we

I was at the fookboi show
Last night 
He brought out simpgod
It was quite a sight 
He got to speaking
Bout love & leeches
Lovers leaving
I couldn't

The Message

Stunt Nuts

States of Dance, Vol. 1

2000

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta

Wound Up

LeAnn Rimes

Twisted Angel

2002

Lights go on and she's ready to spin
On stage doing all the things she's told to
Puts on a show in front of the whole damn world

I pray to the heavens

up in the crib, on the edge of the couch

Tell the fellas keep cool, cause the devil been out
Up on IG, tryin' to fake a gentleman out
Tryin' to show

The Finest

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

Made a call to a client, he must've had his cell off
A show-off, he has the same bite but fell off
I tell off the bat, from science to pure facts

We make our start in the predawn dark
Braving damp early April cold
Loading the blackened harp in the back of the car
Then edge it out onto the road

with flying cars but that don't sound quite right

I can't just start to color, the picture has no lines to guide
The edges are all smudged like

Cincinnati's open off the song Heavy Metal
Put us on your schedule, pencil us in
Did show after show, released Livin' 'n Cin
Took the city by storm
But

niggas hoes to me
Now lemme show you motherfuckers how
It's 'sposed to be
I'm just a Eastside, low-life nigga to death
We gone ride in any car
Show with

of death
How I'm gonna do it the rusty blade or a razors edge
Dangle legs hanging a busted neck In a neighbours shed
Sitting in my car with a garden hose

goes by and I want this to last 
So I can reflect and be happy on the past 
Art should be timeless and not just trend 
These people pushing projects

the car
My friend orders another drink
And then...
On the razors edge
Drunk P.I.Z. is on the stage
Lele Dust rocks on
S.H. takes his sticks
And Umbo Dust

the car keys in it
I'm getting out

Each brick is a pixel
Each step is a stitch in the dust
Grass it'll whistle
Buzzed by the breath with your lungs