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by turn, one by one
London cold but my head Dey hot
Grass to grace, when you run your race
Tight my lace when I’m on my jays
Woman and money that’s all

Summertime

Downtown Science

Downtown Science

1991

Shootin to the beach on Honda scooters
For some fun in the sun while the daylight last
Other people just layin out on the grass
Gettin Saint Tropez with

Words & Music by

Ed Bruce and Baxter Black

- Chorus -

Ship my body back to Texas if I die out on the trail

I won't worry where they bury me, just

Sky is my roof, grass high as bamboo
Soon as I arrived
Knew I shoulda never came through
Side-eye when they claim plans foolproof
So no real surprise

I needed most
I slid by in the Cullinin she think she seen a Ghost
And we on this shit everyday so I ain't even posting
She say fly me to LA, said

Alone in the night, Fijo is crying; she has been left by her
husband who had to leave to fight the darkness of matter.
Thoughts of what once was flow

Hell Dwells in Ice

Behemoth

Chaotica

2003

There was only one long and terrible winter
Where icy blackness covered the sun and the grass
Dethroned light ended its existence
Hell brought

Labour Pains

Sweatshop Union

Sweatshop Union

2002

the grasses
Under shrapment of a cold-blooded fascist
Pay your taxes, release from laxatives
Stuck in class living life like a masicus
Travel the caverns within

Quarter mill on grass and dirt so the pad is spacious
Naji telling me dont drop no music gotta have some patience
And if life a horror film then Im stabbin

in my pocket
For all the forks in the road
Yea I get high 
So what
I get by
I make bucks
I live life
With no fucks
God damn right
I've been up
All damn

it's said and done
I'll have said my piece by then so no complaints
It's a real cold world so I understand if you gon' play it safe
When it comes to me

ankles
They Mangle handcuff and hang you
Bang your brain till it’s painful
I ain’t no saint or no angel
No I just came with a Kango
A new album and angle

Threesome

Jay Tee

Latino Velvet

1997

bitch but two hoes
Big banks and new clothes
It's the path I choose, fo' real, no so choose yours!

Up in a big, blown caddy nine-lighter seville
We

Yeah
And I been searchin' all my life for the answers like a cold case
Yeah
Surrounded by snakes in the grass, they be tryna eat off my plate
What?

here 4th quarter clutch putting on a clinic
Grass is greener over here just because we're lucky
It's just us pure Irish luck I'm sure okay it must be

enough
Fuck what niggas think of that
The salt is pink, the ink is black
The grass is green, the link is broke
Floating like the sink is broke,

Her Own Two Feet

Nine Days

Something to Listen To

1995

brand new wings
I stayed and filled my life with useless, useless things
Doesn't really matter where we spend our time
Two years ago
Just another long